[This isn't the question he wanted to answer, but maybe it's the inevitable one hanging heavy and dark over the course of their conversation. Always Sasuke, in the end.
It's not even a question which requires him to consider his answer before he gives it. The truth is plain, surely Stiles can see from everything he's said. But perhaps not. He's spent so many years pretending Sasuke was nothing more to him than a measure of power that to put voice to the opposite, the real and hidden wound within himself...]
I do. There's nothing that would ever change that.
[It's spoken in the quietest, almost hesitant tone he's used yet. They've reached the limit of vulnerability and truth Itachi is willing to surrender in this interaction. He turns, beginning the walk back up the dock and toward the city, leaving Stiles behind.]
[ Maybe he shouldn’t believe him. Maybe he shouldn’t take the word of a man who, at thirteen, massacred his entire extended family to allegedly keep the peace. Maybe he shouldn’t trust that Itachi is telling the truth about his reasoning for keeping Sasuke alive. After all, is someone like this even capable of love? And yet, Stiles does believe – has always had a knack for that, if nothing else, when no one else would listen. So, he watches Itachi’s retreating back with an odd, sharp pain beginning to throb in his chest, a kind of profane sympathy he didn’t ask for or want, especially not for this person.
Long after Itachi disappears from sight, Stiles lingers at the docks in the Underground, mind turning, turning, turning. ]
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It's not even a question which requires him to consider his answer before he gives it. The truth is plain, surely Stiles can see from everything he's said. But perhaps not. He's spent so many years pretending Sasuke was nothing more to him than a measure of power that to put voice to the opposite, the real and hidden wound within himself...]
I do. There's nothing that would ever change that.
[It's spoken in the quietest, almost hesitant tone he's used yet. They've reached the limit of vulnerability and truth Itachi is willing to surrender in this interaction. He turns, beginning the walk back up the dock and toward the city, leaving Stiles behind.]
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Long after Itachi disappears from sight, Stiles lingers at the docks in the Underground, mind turning, turning, turning. ]