( sasuke. ) ✿

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              tears that remain still upon fair lashes &their emerald irises override the upturn of lips. apology is one he is all too familiar with, but he has come not to hear pleads of forgiveness, rather, obtain a file report for the incident  ( & within it, a time & cause of death ). neigh, he is unsure how to grieve for the life of another’s trainee, and resides simply not to, it is less painful, and does not tap at the iron shell that is his heart. 

              a child’s death is all the more painful, surely, only because a fractional life lived had all potential swept away in an instant. expression retains all previous features, for each heart ceasing to beat takes not a toll on his own; he would like to think. silently, he pads forwards, reaching the edge of her desk and draws a chair. fragility of himself might be widely unacceptable, but sensing another’s distress is simple as breathing. 

             (choosing ignorance or empathy is more of a question. )

            obsidian is curious, flickering optics that soon harden ; he is calm and inquiring in one, cautious of grief &hopeful she might respond to his more diplomatic request. raven head bows momentarily, vocal chords tense. 

              even he flinches at the apathy in his tone; though internally. unintentional targeting might be one of his social downfalls, among others. in fact, he did only approach his former teammate at the plead of another shinobi- the deceased’s sensei. recoiling slightly, the chair shifts as he leans against its wooden beams. 

               in the face of daily tragedy, the uchiha knows not how to react with care.

            
❝   the report.  ❞ 

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                    ❛ .. yeah. okay, wait a second.

the DULL tone carried upon another’s timbre made her CHEST TIGHTEN; the passiveness of voice shattering any HOPE she’d withheld that perhaps he’d CARE whence the tears ceased. dactyls ( the détenteurs of LIFE & DEATH ) slip through stacks of unkempt files, landing upon the one in question & plucking it from within VICES of pens & pencils ( time had evaded her; & therefore ORGANIZATION had no place in her work ).

she DARES to face him, mint irises exploding with emotions that expression DOES NOT mimic. & so she is withdrawn in appearance, DESPITE only moments ago being a whirlwind of sorrow & helplessness; rosy folds in an ABSENT frown.

                                   ( don’t let your guard down, HARBINGER of fate.
                                                keep it in, keep it in, keep it in.
                                       a shinobi must NEVER show weakness. )

                    ❛ cause of death .. asphyxiation.
                  he choked to death on his own blood.