There was regret on Itachi's face. He let his emotions show here, in this world, in ways he never would have before.

"No. I suppose not..." He eventually replied. Labored breaths broke up his phrases. "Death changes a man..."

It was easier with the Sasukes. The little ones loved their niisans, all their niisans, unconditonally. The older ones, ones who had killed him in their world, were simply grateful to find him alive again. Those in the middle... well, they hadn't killed him on sight, so that could be considered acceptance, if you squint.

"Though, if you wouldn't mind... I suppose we could have much to... potentially catch up on?" He offered softly, the hint of a smile on his face. "We are humans, not fish. And humans... miss their friends when they are gone."