"But to change into something better, one must first decide what is better," Itachi pointed out. He could say that instead of saying changing himself would man changing everyone perspective of him. Maybe he didn't like what he was becoming, but he was useful. He was the genuis Uchiha heir, and the undercover ANBU. He filled vital roles in his village with his juggling act of truth and lies and bowing his head to other's orders. He enjoyed being away from home, because he could pretend he was free. As a child it had always been enough to strive for a better test score, prefect a jutsu, earn his father or Shisui's praise. It had been enough to know he was serving Konoha in the shadows, silent but deadly and effective in whatever task his village needed from him. And now...

Now he didn't know what to think. He was drunk. He must be, and that was why he was thinking these things.

"We will write your Danna-sama a nice long letter, and if he wants you to return, then we'll go back and I'll found a monastery in his backyard. I'll go with you on your errands too, so we'll have the best of all worlds--a home to return to, I'll get to travel still, and you'll have a traveling companion," Itachi fabricated the impossible future with a mad glint in his eye, where he'd been frowning before. Mercurial mood swings for the drunken Iori? Why not.

"If I'm not really drunk, I don't think I ever want to be really drunk." His thoughts kept getting away from him.