[It's funny-- because he knows the truth. Sasuke is so very done, and his pathetic attempts to make it stop are feeble and pointless and everything Sasuke would hate to be.
Yet here he is.
Smirking, he takes a few steps closer, reaching forward to grab that hand as it makes a move toward the sword, shoving him back against the wall whilst he leans in closer, but not enough that he would get any of that blood on him.
The kunai's back, but used merely as a tool for pointing with. He doesn't think Sasuke would have the strength to do any damage any more.]
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Yet here he is.
Smirking, he takes a few steps closer, reaching forward to grab that hand as it makes a move toward the sword, shoving him back against the wall whilst he leans in closer, but not enough that he would get any of that blood on him.
The kunai's back, but used merely as a tool for pointing with. He doesn't think Sasuke would have the strength to do any damage any more.]
Nothin' t'say?