[Stop showing such concern, he wants to say. He needs his brother's hatred. He needs to know that Sasuke can take vengeance for his clan. But he can't get the words to form, can't do much else at the moment besides just breathe.
After a moment, he reaches a hand to his belt, fumbling with one of the small pouches there, and pulls out a package food pills. It slips from his fingers as it's nearly all the way out, tumbling to the ground in front of him but thankfully spilling nothing. He stares at it, hand falling back to his side again.
He shakes his head. It's the only answer he can offer, mind reeling as it is. He's disgusted with himself for how shaken this has left him, but it's hard to react any other way.]
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After a moment, he reaches a hand to his belt, fumbling with one of the small pouches there, and pulls out a package food pills. It slips from his fingers as it's nearly all the way out, tumbling to the ground in front of him but thankfully spilling nothing. He stares at it, hand falling back to his side again.
He shakes his head. It's the only answer he can offer, mind reeling as it is. He's disgusted with himself for how shaken this has left him, but it's hard to react any other way.]