(he knows full well that sasuke was using him and it's still far flung the real reason this whole fiasco bothers him so much. they were both going to use each other, but the other end wasn't held up. and fuck, he should have known. what a goddamn fool, to think sasuke of all people would think of him better and actually keep a promise.

thinking back to karin, how she almost died, and the way they all keep crawling back and calling themselves a team. what a dysfunctional group of reject experiments. suigetsu's arm lowers in a purposeful gesture now, sick to death of himself — but what else can he do? sasuke's always been far stronger than him, even with all of the bold things he used to say about overcoming him with a sword in hand.

what a joke.)

As if that alone would make it up to me. I'm not the one who tries to kill their teammates. (a bitter spit of an answer despite his head being far from cool, the next flare-up of anger swallowed like acid as he holds an intimidatingly red gaze.) If you actually died, all of the time I spent doing this shit for you'd be wasted. I was happy to be outta that tank, anyway, I think I would've done next to anything for that. I just didn't know I'd end up feeling like I lost more than I gained.

(the instinctual urge to leave is one his mind agrees with, taking a step away from sasuke without turning towards the door, hand back to slap at the button panel. it opens quietly, with a mechanical hum.)

To think I'm alone on this ship with you lot from Konoha is seriously disconcerting.