Itachi nodded wearily. He was still dizzy and a bit confused. He was likely a bit dehydrated too. He wasn't going to be able to walk back home. "Think... That's a... good idea... Ren...Renji..."

That name... It sounded so familiar. As did his chakra, though Itachi wasn't completely sure why. The dream, like most dreams, had already broken into pieces. Some, like the feeling of satisfaction and pride as the peace treaty was signed, were so very clear. Others, like the faces of his ancestors, were already starting to blur.

The attendant had already fetched their clothes, folded neatly in little piles. Itachi and Sasuke certainly weren't strangers to him.

"Please, take care."