"I did," he said, sure on this point at least. Whatever jutsu he'd been under hadn't affected the memory of Uchiha eyes, and what had happened had been so quick that there had been no chance of escape.

But now -- "I didn't know what else to do," he admitted, head still bowed. "I thought maybe -- if there were some way I could silence them until I could go back and explain what really happened, that it wasn't Konoha ...

"I can find whoever controlled me," he said, grasping for straws. "And that could -- that could prove it, right, sensei?"

He looked up at Obito finally, a naked plea for agreement.