[There's no resistance. Sasuke is letting him in, and the moment he steps into that mindscape it's painfully apparent that this is, in fact, his brother. There simply is no duplicating the sensation of an individual's chakra on this level.
The world is dark now, nothing but the figure of Sasuke in front of him. He pries, searching for his own reflection in the other's mind. All in all, he touches very little. Despite the image he's still trying to hold up, he can only allow himself to dig so far. He doesn't have to, anyway. It's all on the surface, not a single lie to be found.
He stops himself from doing much else, dropping the genjutsu moments after he started it, pulling himself back into reality. It's too much, physically and mentally. He didn't have the energy for what he'd done, and he's left as a shaky mess afterward, thoughts swimming as much as his vision is.]
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The world is dark now, nothing but the figure of Sasuke in front of him. He pries, searching for his own reflection in the other's mind. All in all, he touches very little. Despite the image he's still trying to hold up, he can only allow himself to dig so far. He doesn't have to, anyway. It's all on the surface, not a single lie to be found.
He stops himself from doing much else, dropping the genjutsu moments after he started it, pulling himself back into reality. It's too much, physically and mentally. He didn't have the energy for what he'd done, and he's left as a shaky mess afterward, thoughts swimming as much as his vision is.]