I will, Sharingan or not: the thought surfaced without reaching his lips. There was memory and there was Sharingan-memory, and this ... this wasn't even going to be a fight. There was no reason to use doujutsu.

This is a butchering, part of Sasuke thought, and he shoved the thought away with a sharp intake of breath -- and a slower exhale. Control. They'd need to burn the building from the inside out, leave nothing for even a shinobi forensics team to tie to Konoha. To do that without destroying a suspicious amount of the area, they would definitely need control.

"I'll go in first to disable the traps I left," he said in lieu of acknowledging the words: better to focus on anything other than the instinctive want for better sight. "After that, there's --" A break in the words, barely noticeable before he continued. "There are twenty people."