"...I apologize for withholding information about the mission," he mumbles, shifting closer to the edge. It takes him a while to say anything at all, struggling with himself, for words. "I just-- I. I wasn't thinking." He grips the tiles of the roof a little harder. "I was selfish and..." Afraid? No. "Ashamed..." A pause. "I know those aren't excuses, and I'm sorry..." He wasn't going to be cocky and claim he could have escaped assassination or something either. That would be going nowhere, and Shisui was that kind of person who would march to his own execution without a fuss, so talking about how he deserved to be killed really wouldn't do anyone any good at all.
"If it's any consolation, which I... know it's not-- I had assumed they would send you a report as well, which was partly the reason why I didn't end things the way I usually do." That they wouldn't trace the M.O. back to him, or at least, not right away. Shisui usually killed swiftly, a clean slash across the neck from which his victims bled out and wilted into lifelessness in a matter of seconds. Or, occasionally, a quick decapitation. He'd never been known to drag things out. That was outside of Uchiha Shisui's character. He wasn't a man who sought out pleasure in torture. Instead, he usually did everything in his power to try and avoid it.
But what bothered him the most at the moment was being accused of not being 'close enough'. It frustrated, visibly, if the whitening of his knuckles was any indication.
"Obito," he started, pausing first to find words to give his feelings on this matter some sort of comprehension. "I don't think it's fair to assume that somebody ought to be a certain way with you in order for you to accept where they're coming from." He turned then to look him straight in the eye. "I am not you, I don't think like you do, and your expectations are clearly different from mine; but what I get from what you're telling me know is that you are asking me to bend over backwards just to fit into your idea of whatever 'being close' means to you. Perhaps you ought to spell it out for me so I can maybe make the effort to do so, because you don't trust me enough to believe me when I say I do consider you close to me. That I do trust you."
What did Obito want? A comparison to his relationship with Itachi? That was, in Shisui's opinion, incomparable. It warranted no such thing, and he felt it would prove nothing to do so either.
"I don't understand where you're coming up with the idea that I'd rather be happy not knowing you at all. Was I supposed to have treated you as special because we’re family and we’re closer in age? You talk of the clan, and I know you aren’t as close to most of them as I am. Am I at fault for choosing to be close to them as well as you? What do you think I have against you? How about let’s start there—what do you think I have against you? And what the hell is that supposed to mean, how I view other people? You’re taking offense for me being me.”
Sure, he was angry. Just a little bit. It was more frustration than anger, though. He didn’t understand why Obito would even think this way of him. There was a moment’s pause as he thought about the last thing Obito had said.
“And about pestering me. Have you considered that I’m just not the kind of person who opens up to anybody? Have you stopped to consider that perhaps the way you go about it sometimes stresses me out even more than I already would be at the time? I’ve never really been good with words when it comes to talking about myself. You can ask Itachi if you want to; he’ll attest to it.”
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"If it's any consolation, which I... know it's not-- I had assumed they would send you a report as well, which was partly the reason why I didn't end things the way I usually do." That they wouldn't trace the M.O. back to him, or at least, not right away. Shisui usually killed swiftly, a clean slash across the neck from which his victims bled out and wilted into lifelessness in a matter of seconds. Or, occasionally, a quick decapitation. He'd never been known to drag things out. That was outside of Uchiha Shisui's character. He wasn't a man who sought out pleasure in torture. Instead, he usually did everything in his power to try and avoid it.
But what bothered him the most at the moment was being accused of not being 'close enough'. It frustrated, visibly, if the whitening of his knuckles was any indication.
"Obito," he started, pausing first to find words to give his feelings on this matter some sort of comprehension. "I don't think it's fair to assume that somebody ought to be a certain way with you in order for you to accept where they're coming from." He turned then to look him straight in the eye. "I am not you, I don't think like you do, and your expectations are clearly different from mine; but what I get from what you're telling me know is that you are asking me to bend over backwards just to fit into your idea of whatever 'being close' means to you. Perhaps you ought to spell it out for me so I can maybe make the effort to do so, because you don't trust me enough to believe me when I say I do consider you close to me. That I do trust you."
What did Obito want? A comparison to his relationship with Itachi? That was, in Shisui's opinion, incomparable. It warranted no such thing, and he felt it would prove nothing to do so either.
"I don't understand where you're coming up with the idea that I'd rather be happy not knowing you at all. Was I supposed to have treated you as special because we’re family and we’re closer in age? You talk of the clan, and I know you aren’t as close to most of them as I am. Am I at fault for choosing to be close to them as well as you? What do you think I have against you? How about let’s start there—what do you think I have against you? And what the hell is that supposed to mean, how I view other people? You’re taking offense for me being me.”
Sure, he was angry. Just a little bit. It was more frustration than anger, though. He didn’t understand why Obito would even think this way of him. There was a moment’s pause as he thought about the last thing Obito had said.
“And about pestering me. Have you considered that I’m just not the kind of person who opens up to anybody? Have you stopped to consider that perhaps the way you go about it sometimes stresses me out even more than I already would be at the time? I’ve never really been good with words when it comes to talking about myself. You can ask Itachi if you want to; he’ll attest to it.”