Itachi had never doubted Ashiko's devotion to her master, but now he realized the extent of it. He'd always admired her devotion, but one's devotion had to be carefully bestowed on someone who deserved it. He couldn't force his standards on her, and he knew she would no more betray her master than he would ever betray Konoha. As much as part of him might wish to remove Ashiko from someone who would stab her through, she would never stand for it.

She would never be the same again.

"Ah, I've had that feeling a time or two myself, actually, but I'm selfishly glad you got off lightly. The road's been very bare of charming conversationalists, and by tongue was withering away from lack of nourishment," Itachi chattered happily a she patted Ashiko's hand and realized he was still holding it.

Itachi didn't bother saying he had no master but himself. They both knew it was a lie. Nothing he said would change her devotion to her master. He saw that. Danna-sama was her purpose, and a purpose left to one by family was potent, more so when you were the only one left. Itachi suddenly wondered how old Ashiko was. Younger than him? Most likely.

"Well...I've never had a servant or been one, but I think you're a great one." Itachi squeezed her hand, then seemed shocked that he was still holding her hands. "Oh! Sorry! That was rude of me..." Itachi snatched his hands back to his side of the table.