He could recall bittersweet summer days, the swell of heat of the afternoons had always broke sweat upon his back when sparing, and how Obitos attacks never changed, leaving his left flank forever open. To what credit he had owed that simple fact during the 4th shinobi war. And yet, anger had coiled itself in knots among the length of his hidden brow line, creating tension that had burned his overworked nerves. For as similar as he had been to the friend he had known amongst his fleeting memories, nothing had remained of what was -- only the dream he had possessed now twisted and bent to a moral reflection that didn't fit into Obito’s original shape. Mirrored only to compliment that of Mandara.
Forceful yet languid was a sigh that emitted itself through a nose masked as hands worked to adjust the crutch placed under his arm. Kakashi didn’t want to begin thinking of all that needed repairing or built from the destruction, desiring nothing more than to spend his remaining freedom recovering and searching for the friend concealed behind the tower of hatred that had been wrought during the years separated. Now a task he could see now was more difficult than the idea itself.
“I will do what is needed... Shouldn’t you be more worried about what will happen to you?”, he spoke finally, the darkness of the holding cells giving off more of a sinister edge to his words than necessary. Yet, as if glowing, the uchiha eyes peered back, unblinking.
Beneath the earth; a place visited frequently in years recent for offence and defense alike -- yet in fate's funny twist of hand, it held him prisoner. Blind to the world above, nearly about, and to the whim of the village who kept him here. ( Though his suspicion had since grown with the arrival of Kakashi and the hateful glowering of the guard: it wasn't the village who opted for him to be here, no... It was Kakashi himself. An eye for an eye, indeed. )
Still... This was likely some sort of mercy. He should be grateful. Didn't the dull ache of each and every lick he'd receive in the war remind him?
Finally, eyes as dull as dying grass shifted away from the face of his captor in chief, settling upon the cracks between the bricks at his feet. "Why? Either you plan upon ending my life, or you don't."
Nothing was as it should have been. The Moon's Eye Plan was the path to a peaceful world -- that's what had been driven into him time and again by the Zetsu. How could everything he believed in have been so disgustingly wrong? Everything he'd worked for.... Would have destroyed everything he ever cared about. It wasn't meant to be like this.... And yet...
"I'm not going to argue for something I don't think I deserve anymore -- be it your trust or my life. So that leaves us at whatever satisfies your inclinations, not my input. So why waste the energy?"