"But it's --" Sasuke protested, disbelief colouring his features. "It's the truth, sensei, there were no orders, there was -- something controlled me!"

And he could still sense the lingering horror there, the feel of it crawling over his skin; how it wasn't just his body moving without his will but his will itself, the total uninterested logic of every step taken up the moment he'd realised there was blood on his sword and terror in the faces of everyone around him. It was gone (it had to be gone) and still -- and still --

"Summons to the closest seal point," he answered late, looking away once more. Even Kono-hana had taken one look at his face and refrained from snapping at him for summoning her without using any of her clutch first. "It was close enough to the border and late enough that she could fly low and out of sight," and at a dizzying, spinning pace through the trees.