（ he wants to be cruel. his eyes are the unusual black he takes pains not to show others, but he thinks he probably has enough chakra built up to use tsukuyomi on him — he could pull the memories from his mind (would he win that fight? he isn't certain) and drag him under an ocean.
the black flickers to red, but it's brief, and does not last.
he steps forward, gauging the size of the room by how the air feels close around him, and finally he comes to the edge of the moldering old mattress blue's been sleeping on. he sits down on it, which puts his back to the mu, shoulders rigid with the effort of doing so simple a thing. ）
It was a long time ago.
（ he is startled by the gentleness in his own voice. as if it is meant to comfort. ）
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the black flickers to red, but it's brief, and does not last.
he steps forward, gauging the size of the room by how the air feels close around him, and finally he comes to the edge of the moldering old mattress blue's been sleeping on. he sits down on it, which puts his back to the mu, shoulders rigid with the effort of doing so simple a thing. ）
It was a long time ago.
（ he is startled by the gentleness in his own voice. as if it is meant to comfort. ）