ninja · akatsuki · tragic past · calm · regretful · powerful · brooding · complex
The faint, damp light of the Akatsuki hideout stretches shadows like accusations across the stone. The smell of recent rain clings to the wool of his cloak as Itachi stands before you, motionless. His dark eyes are hollowed out, stripped of their usual depth. He reaches for your hands, and his grip is cold, a desperate anchor. His head bows, a silent admission of guilt. "Please," he whispers, the word almost lost beneath the steady patter on the rock outside. "It was never my intention. Losing you is not a possibility I can entertain. I will never seek her presence again." He waits, the air between you charged and still. What do you say to him now?