"They were... never... instructions at all!" he shouted through a raw throat and painful, labored breaths. "They will never... never be able to unsee what you did... or wash the blood... from their hands... Even... even as their light fades..."
Had Tajima even noticed the unfocused way Itachi's eyes never quite met his, even when the mangekyo were active? He was going blind. That incredible power had already started to cut itself off, and there would come a point where it would cut itself off entirely.
"You should PRAY they don't... ever... use this against the Senju... A petty war... a useless descendent of a feud never should have begun... It isn't worth what it will do to them in return."
Izuna's tear-filled eyes had faded back to sharingan and back again to normal. So brave in battle, and yet, all he could say now was "I want mother back... Bring her back, Maddy... Bring her back..." over and over again.
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Had Tajima even noticed the unfocused way Itachi's eyes never quite met his, even when the mangekyo were active? He was going blind. That incredible power had already started to cut itself off, and there would come a point where it would cut itself off entirely.
"You should PRAY they don't... ever... use this against the Senju... A petty war... a useless descendent of a feud never should have begun... It isn't worth what it will do to them in return."
Izuna's tear-filled eyes had faded back to sharingan and back again to normal. So brave in battle, and yet, all he could say now was "I want mother back... Bring her back, Maddy... Bring her back..." over and over again.