"But --" Sasuke tried, words starting and then stopping without releasing his hold on Obito's wrist. "What if it were just -- he can come after me, it was my fault -- I can take responsibility for it and it doesn't have to come down on the village --"

As if he hadn't been wearing a Konoha leaf, as if he weren't fully aware that a ninja was just part of the body of the village, as if it weren't -- as if there were options. There had to be, whatever he'd seen before and come to know; there had to be something (something other than the boy's entire household bleeding out into the foundations of his home, something other).