A sneer seemed to focus upon the Elder Uchiha’s features.Staring at the other with what seemed to be abhorred emotion, casting a gaze among the young blood. A spike of irritation that seemed to strike though his frame at the other’s ignorant words. “I would hold your tongue, child.” There was a pause for a moment, a wider smirk playing onto his lips, but none the less prepared for a strike.
“Is that what your brother asked you as you took his own life? Even though you were disillusioned by the man you called brother.”
A pang road itself prominent within his chest - an ache he just couldn’t shake. The mere mention of his brother brought out the nastier side of Sasuke, features twisting in apparent dysfunction as a riled scoff parted folds in an exhale. “Don’t speak about Itachi, you ignorant sewer rat.” Voice stricken with distraught and clear anger, his vocals constricted in but a low growl, emanating the vehement working within.