The entire point of those pitiless words had been to hurt and wound. Izuna had scored his pride and so Tobirama had lashed out at him in turn. He knew reminding the Uchiha of his failed attempt at murder was just plain mean and a disgusting low blow but his throat was still aching and already a string of bruises were starting to appear like a macabre necklace around his throat from where Izuna’s thin fingers had very nearly squeezed the life out of him.
“I told you why I didn’t try and stop you. I know the wrong I did you and if you need to exact your vengeance then so be it, I won’t stop you.” Uchiha and their damned need for vengeance and emotional insanity! It was something Tobirama would never understand but he’d resigned himself to the very real risk of meeting his death at the hands of his former lover when he’d let Izuna gain a chokehold on his throat.
He made no move to stop the dark-haired ninja as he climbed shakily to his feet. The heartache and pain he heard in the Uchiha’s voice cut through the ice he’d wrapped around his heart and Tobirama felt his own heart ache in sympathy. Contrary to what many thought, he wasn’t a man who was incapable of feeling or even empathizing with other people’s hurt.
Seeing the distress his resurrected lover was going through upset him on many levels but Tobirama knew one of them had to at least attempt to keep a level head in this situation and Izuna certainly wasn’t capable of such a thing. He climbed to his feet as well mainly because the having an unstable Uchiha looming over him was setting his paranoia on edge.
“Of course I can see that, Izuna. I’m not unsympathetic to what you’re going through right now. I know it’s a lot to take in and I’m trying to ease the transition as best I can.” His hands ached to reach out and touch once more, to offer comfort and succor to the visibly upset man.
“If that’s what you need then you will have it.” He finally said somewhat stiffly and discomfited. In contrast to Izuna’s sagging, almost defeated body language, Tobirama stood there stock still and as tense as a too tightly drawn bow.
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“I told you why I didn’t try and stop you. I know the wrong I did you and if you need to exact your vengeance then so be it, I won’t stop you.” Uchiha and their damned need for vengeance and emotional insanity! It was something Tobirama would never understand but he’d resigned himself to the very real risk of meeting his death at the hands of his former lover when he’d let Izuna gain a chokehold on his throat.
He made no move to stop the dark-haired ninja as he climbed shakily to his feet. The heartache and pain he heard in the Uchiha’s voice cut through the ice he’d wrapped around his heart and Tobirama felt his own heart ache in sympathy. Contrary to what many thought, he wasn’t a man who was incapable of feeling or even empathizing with other people’s hurt.
Seeing the distress his resurrected lover was going through upset him on many levels but Tobirama knew one of them had to at least attempt to keep a level head in this situation and Izuna certainly wasn’t capable of such a thing. He climbed to his feet as well mainly because the having an unstable Uchiha looming over him was setting his paranoia on edge.
“Of course I can see that, Izuna. I’m not unsympathetic to what you’re going through right now. I know it’s a lot to take in and I’m trying to ease the transition as best I can.” His hands ached to reach out and touch once more, to offer comfort and succor to the visibly upset man.
“If that’s what you need then you will have it.” He finally said somewhat stiffly and discomfited. In contrast to Izuna’s sagging, almost defeated body language, Tobirama stood there stock still and as tense as a too tightly drawn bow.