[lissen....................................he'll text the doctor, okay. :( he got caught up in having a nice time not thinking about his inevitable demise!!!
but nothing more will be said of it, and Blue simply nods.]
（ bruises are simple. it isn't anything a shinobi would ever seek treatment for, but it is a starting point. he anticipates it will be more difficult to heal someone that doesn't have a chakra system — after all, that is why most healers start with creatures like fish. to first learn control. yet, medical shinobi begin when they are children, and his control is already considerable.
he cups the back of blue's heel, and holds his other hand over the contusion. a faint blue glow gathers in the space between his fingers, across his palm. it would be enough to light the room were they in darkness, but in the artificial light of the dormitories it simply seems muted and dull.
rather uncharacteristically, he closes his eyes. greatest weapon and best defense, yet the sharingan will not serve him here as he sinks his awareness into damaged capillaries. by infusing chakra just beneath the skin he slowly, precisely mends the damage.
the area of the bruise will feel uncharacteristically warm, though not painful. when he pulls his hand away, the contusion will be fading away by degrees. itachi cocks his head, jaw ticked faintly off to one side as he assesses his work. not fast enough to be useful in combat, but he supposes speed will come with time and practice he may not have. ）
[Blue is patient and quiet...and a bit apprehensive, considering what makes him wary of such things. still, he'll trust this over whatever medicines come from the station itself...
and he seems right to, considering what he witnesses. it's...gentle, careful...comforting, in a way. Blue lets himself relax a little, tension leaving his hunched shoulders.]
Those abilities of yours...they really seem as magic. Like Sabriel's. [just less writing.]
I suppose that is why her and I seem to have an affinity for one another. There are identifiable similarities between what she and I can do.
（ he eases his touch away gently, and returns to his prior position kneeling on the floor, hands against his thighs. he seems no more ill at ease sitting thusly than he might in a proper chair — and there is no indication that being in a position generally associated with servitude to one seated higher troubles him. ）
[Blue's head tilts gently at the question, and he gives it a beat of thought.]
I suppose...it matters more to me...the one at the source of that power, not the method. So long as it is someone I can trust...the rest is fine.
[that sounds right to him. and, after a slight pause, with a slight smile:] I do...find it preferable to have fewer noisy instruments involved, either way.
（ blue says trust so easily. has he earned it, he wonders? odd, when he has shown its opposite so saliently in return. ）
It is not a substitute for medical care. These methods are meant to be of use in the field. Even shinobi have hospitals, and higher tiers of treatment there.
Yes. Medical ninjutsu is still a relatively new concept in my world.
（ he doesn't really recognize that that's highkey a horrifying statement. 'yeah we used to just die in droves until about thirty-five years ago, nbd'. ）
[Blue's a bit heartened to see Itachi take a seat - it's practically his seat, given the frequency of his use of it! he looks over with that same thoughtful expression, nodding.]
It's what I'm coming to learn...in learning about the worlds of others. Places of remarkable gifts...and abilities... They seem bound to places and people...who face terrible trials and conflict. [correlation isn't causation, but it does make one think.] I cannot say it's inevitable... Only quite common for our small sample size.
（ it's not like he t-tolerates your existence or anything, b-baka. ）
Humans on my planet warred long before we had chakra. It has nothing to do with our abilities.
（ and something he imagines holds true across worlds, across any amount of skill or ability. humans cannot possibly be the only selfish, petty, hurtful creatures that exist across universes one and sundry. ）
But it would stand to reason that those who are adjacent to conflict and loss would likewise hold their share of regrets.
（ he has had more access to history than most ever have the opportunity to know. he is aware of some things, but not all. the sage of six paths is still known by those who care to know. ）
I do not know the specifics — only that there was a being that granted it to us.
（ he cannot say whether or not chakra has created more problems than it has solved. however... ）
What I do know is that the Sage of Six Paths was venerated in his time. He was the first practitioner and teacher of ninshu, a belief that peace could be achieved through the connections chakra would grant us, an ability to see each other's true intentions without needing to communicate.
（ for a guy who said he didn't know the specifics, he seems to know a bit more than the basics. that's a perfectionist for you. also, there is a faint touch of dry irony to his tone — perhaps this all sounds a bit familiar, blue? ）
I do not know if he was human. It is said he is descended from the gods — but that may be hyperbole common to legends.
（ he drags a hand through his hair — it is odd to be without his headband, but there is little reason to wear it when he is not on a mission. still, he remains conscious of its absence no matter how long it has been. ）
He is my direct ancestor. The father of the progenitor of my clan.
Such blood would have been immeasurably diluted by the time of my birth — generations of interbreeding with humans — if the legend of godhood is even to be believed. It is more likely that he was simply a powerful man around whom mythology sprang. In any case, the Sage of Six Paths lived over a millennia ago. And I am no more or less remarkable than any other in my world would be with sufficient knowledge and training.
（ it isn't even humility, or some attempt at deflection. he was dedicated, and that was what drove him forwards — but itachi never saw himself as remarkable the way his father crowed about. that's my boy— it may have been meant as praise, but it always felt a little like a garrote. some attempt of his father's to take credit for the things he did or learned on his own. like the phrase was a knife by which he could pin itachi to his own shadow. sasuke had tried so very hard to inspire it even as itachi came to abhor it.
but that is an old resentment, burned to ash by the very last time they spoke. you truly are— ）
[lineage. bloodlines. things like that...they're long outdated in the society Blue was born in. what matters most for the SD government is finding the most efficient and ideal traits to breed between people...something the machines are beginning to identify themselves, now creating humans from complete scratch.
Blue's gaze drifts away as he ruminates on these things, simply musing aloud:] There must have been a time...a long time ago...before humans left the Earth...when they, too, had such beliefs. Not of powers...but of promise...
（ it is difficult to say. what they know of each other's worlds is still very limited, though blue has painted a picture that — to him — is considerably worse than his own. war, pain, death, hatred, all those things are normal to him. but the control that blue has spoken of, the revocation of free will... it is an eerie echo of the hand danzō kept on his throat. he knows better than to say humans would not be susceptible to such a thing. when he was younger, he told himself that every choice he made was his own, but now...
now he can look back on what was asked of him, and feel sorrow for the boy he was once, who truly felt he had no other choice. ）
I do not think any cycle of power is meant to last forever. One day humans may overcome them in your world.
Yet... [Blue draws and sighs out his next breath as he sits back against his pillows, eyes flicking upward briefly.] Chasing endlessness...seems to be a common dream. Or affliction. [depending on how one views it.]
Though we may see something otherwise...wherever it is we next are deployed, hm.
We should be hearing about our next mission soon, yes?
（ he hasn't been here long enough to establish patterns for himself, but this month has felt like an aberration in many ways, and he has read through the backlogs on the network. ）
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
（ he accepts your bullshit and will not press further, but let the records show: he is aware it's bullshit, thank you. ）
May I?
（ a gesture to that bruise. manners maketh man, and all. ）
no subject
but nothing more will be said of it, and Blue simply nods.]
no subject
he cups the back of blue's heel, and holds his other hand over the contusion. a faint blue glow gathers in the space between his fingers, across his palm. it would be enough to light the room were they in darkness, but in the artificial light of the dormitories it simply seems muted and dull.
rather uncharacteristically, he closes his eyes. greatest weapon and best defense, yet the sharingan will not serve him here as he sinks his awareness into damaged capillaries. by infusing chakra just beneath the skin he slowly, precisely mends the damage.
the area of the bruise will feel uncharacteristically warm, though not painful. when he pulls his hand away, the contusion will be fading away by degrees. itachi cocks his head, jaw ticked faintly off to one side as he assesses his work. not fast enough to be useful in combat, but he supposes speed will come with time and practice he may not have. ）
Hm.
no subject
and he seems right to, considering what he witnesses. it's...gentle, careful...comforting, in a way. Blue lets himself relax a little, tension leaving his hunched shoulders.]
Those abilities of yours...they really seem as magic. Like Sabriel's. [just less writing.]
no subject
（ he eases his touch away gently, and returns to his prior position kneeling on the floor, hands against his thighs. he seems no more ill at ease sitting thusly than he might in a proper chair — and there is no indication that being in a position generally associated with servitude to one seated higher troubles him. ）
Would you prefer it be magic or science?
no subject
I suppose...it matters more to me...the one at the source of that power, not the method. So long as it is someone I can trust...the rest is fine.
[that sounds right to him. and, after a slight pause, with a slight smile:] I do...find it preferable to have fewer noisy instruments involved, either way.
no subject
It is not a substitute for medical care. These methods are meant to be of use in the field. Even shinobi have hospitals, and higher tiers of treatment there.
no subject
With tools and instruments designed...to channel that kind of power, I assume?
no subject
（ he doesn't really recognize that that's highkey a horrifying statement. 'yeah we used to just die in droves until about thirty-five years ago, nbd'. ）
no subject
no subject
That has been my wish as well.
（ he rises in one fluid motion, and avails himself of the nearest chair. it does rather imply he's committed to remain here a time, doesn't it? ）
However, peace does not come naturally or easily to my world.
no subject
It's what I'm coming to learn...in learning about the worlds of others. Places of remarkable gifts...and abilities... They seem bound to places and people...who face terrible trials and conflict. [correlation isn't causation, but it does make one think.] I cannot say it's inevitable... Only quite common for our small sample size.
no subject
Humans on my planet warred long before we had chakra. It has nothing to do with our abilities.
（ and something he imagines holds true across worlds, across any amount of skill or ability. humans cannot possibly be the only selfish, petty, hurtful creatures that exist across universes one and sundry. ）
But it would stand to reason that those who are adjacent to conflict and loss would likewise hold their share of regrets.
no subject
no subject
（ he has had more access to history than most ever have the opportunity to know. he is aware of some things, but not all. the sage of six paths is still known by those who care to know. ）
I do not know the specifics — only that there was a being that granted it to us.
no subject
So I imagine...you also don't know...the giver's intentions, do you.
no subject
What I do know is that the Sage of Six Paths was venerated in his time. He was the first practitioner and teacher of ninshu, a belief that peace could be achieved through the connections chakra would grant us, an ability to see each other's true intentions without needing to communicate.
（ for a guy who said he didn't know the specifics, he seems to know a bit more than the basics. that's a perfectionist for you. also, there is a faint touch of dry irony to his tone — perhaps this all sounds a bit familiar, blue? ）
no subject
Someone...a human...truly wanted that? To understand others without words or signs...
no subject
（ he drags a hand through his hair — it is odd to be without his headband, but there is little reason to wear it when he is not on a mission. still, he remains conscious of its absence no matter how long it has been. ）
He is my direct ancestor. The father of the progenitor of my clan.
no subject
Would that mean...you and yours would be descended from much the same, then? Are you...more than human, yourself?
no subject
（ he lifts one shoulder in an elegant shrug. ）
Such blood would have been immeasurably diluted by the time of my birth — generations of interbreeding with humans — if the legend of godhood is even to be believed. It is more likely that he was simply a powerful man around whom mythology sprang. In any case, the Sage of Six Paths lived over a millennia ago. And I am no more or less remarkable than any other in my world would be with sufficient knowledge and training.
（ it isn't even humility, or some attempt at deflection. he was dedicated, and that was what drove him forwards — but itachi never saw himself as remarkable the way his father crowed about. that's my boy— it may have been meant as praise, but it always felt a little like a garrote. some attempt of his father's to take credit for the things he did or learned on his own. like the phrase was a knife by which he could pin itachi to his own shadow. sasuke had tried so very hard to inspire it even as itachi came to abhor it.
but that is an old resentment, burned to ash by the very last time they spoke. you truly are— ）
no subject
Blue's gaze drifts away as he ruminates on these things, simply musing aloud:] There must have been a time...a long time ago...before humans left the Earth...when they, too, had such beliefs. Not of powers...but of promise...
no subject
（ it is difficult to say. what they know of each other's worlds is still very limited, though blue has painted a picture that — to him — is considerably worse than his own. war, pain, death, hatred, all those things are normal to him. but the control that blue has spoken of, the revocation of free will... it is an eerie echo of the hand danzō kept on his throat. he knows better than to say humans would not be susceptible to such a thing. when he was younger, he told himself that every choice he made was his own, but now...
now he can look back on what was asked of him, and feel sorrow for the boy he was once, who truly felt he had no other choice. ）
I do not think any cycle of power is meant to last forever. One day humans may overcome them in your world.
no subject
Though we may see something otherwise...wherever it is we next are deployed, hm.
no subject
（ he hasn't been here long enough to establish patterns for himself, but this month has felt like an aberration in many ways, and he has read through the backlogs on the network. ）
Will you be all right?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)