[It's impossible not to glance sidelong at this shorter Itachi as they make for the trees, some mixture of caution (he's expecting attack, even though the one that came was so easily halted) and lingering deep confusion (because what is the purpose, and why waste the time now -- and he knows it is a waste of time because none of this has that blood-soaked flavour of Tsukuyomi's warped time).
There's apprehension in Itachi's movements as well, something Sasuke has never noticed in any Itachi he's known, and blatant mistrust, and it's ... weird, and there's no logical explanation to set up a genjutsu like this.
Except the timing. He lets the silence drag until they find the first tiny trickle of water, stands back to allow Itachi to drink before asking (interrogating):]
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There's apprehension in Itachi's movements as well, something Sasuke has never noticed in any Itachi he's known, and blatant mistrust, and it's ... weird, and there's no logical explanation to set up a genjutsu like this.
Except the timing. He lets the silence drag until they find the first tiny trickle of water, stands back to allow Itachi to drink before asking (interrogating):]
Where did you come from, before this place?