The words were bombs being thrown and dropped, and Izuna could only dodge so many before he was worn out once more. Eyes widened, staring, unsure if he was angrier at the "abomination" being thrown back him or the reminder of what he had almost done. His hands could still feel that throat beneath his fingers, could still remember the shocked realization that Tobirama wasn't going to stop him.
He could have killed him. He should have.
"You didn't try to stop me," he whispered, but it wasn't that. Ultimately, Izuna hadn't. He hadn't gone through with it, hadn't exacted his revenge, and what a fool he was for letting go. His clan, his brothers, his father would hate him for it, call him weak for letting his heart break over the man who murdered him. And maybe he was, maybe that's all he was: a weakened fool.
And this weakened fool didn't know what to do.
Izuna had no answers for the questions Tobirama was asking him. Yes, originally the young Uchiha had said that, but then he thought harder on it, on what was happening and what still could. It wasn't going to end well, and certainly not with his brother taking him out of there, he was almost sure. The one ally he should have had seemed farther away than he could have imagined.
Slowly, he untangled himself from the other man, climbing to his feet as he started to stand. "I don't know," he muttered, and the confusion, frustration, loneliness was thick in his voice. The world had moved on without him, gone and created a new place, and his brother...brother should have been happy if this was the ideal he wanted. But he wasn't.
What if seeing his dead little brother only made things worse?
Fingers threaded through his hair, and he tugged on it, hard. "I don't know what to do; I don't know what I want! Everything is just happening so fast! Can't you see that?! Can't you understand that?" Going from alive to dead, dead to alive, to this, to all these things, and--and where did he even fit? What was he supposed to do?!
"You selfish bastard; you've had time to think up answers, to plot, to plan. I haven't had that sort of luxury." He sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I need time."
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He could have killed him. He should have.
"You didn't try to stop me," he whispered, but it wasn't that. Ultimately, Izuna hadn't. He hadn't gone through with it, hadn't exacted his revenge, and what a fool he was for letting go. His clan, his brothers, his father would hate him for it, call him weak for letting his heart break over the man who murdered him. And maybe he was, maybe that's all he was: a weakened fool.
And this weakened fool didn't know what to do.
Izuna had no answers for the questions Tobirama was asking him. Yes, originally the young Uchiha had said that, but then he thought harder on it, on what was happening and what still could. It wasn't going to end well, and certainly not with his brother taking him out of there, he was almost sure. The one ally he should have had seemed farther away than he could have imagined.
Slowly, he untangled himself from the other man, climbing to his feet as he started to stand. "I don't know," he muttered, and the confusion, frustration, loneliness was thick in his voice. The world had moved on without him, gone and created a new place, and his brother...brother should have been happy if this was the ideal he wanted. But he wasn't.
What if seeing his dead little brother only made things worse?
Fingers threaded through his hair, and he tugged on it, hard. "I don't know what to do; I don't know what I want! Everything is just happening so fast! Can't you see that?! Can't you understand that?" Going from alive to dead, dead to alive, to this, to all these things, and--and where did he even fit? What was he supposed to do?!
"You selfish bastard; you've had time to think up answers, to plot, to plan. I haven't had that sort of luxury." He sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I need time."