This food was nice, certainly better than what he'd had lately. The villagers had tried to be helpful by bringing him food lately, but it was either sweet, which he hated, or far too seasoned. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate their efforts, it just wasn't something that appealed to him. This sushi though, it was plain yet tasty, just how he liked his food. The young Uchiha had to try fair hard not to take to the meal as enthusiastically as he might otherwise, not wanting to seem like he had poor table manners. Trustworthy or not, he had been taught to always be polite during a meal, and he wasn't going to offend Yura by eating sloppily. 

"F-Favorite food...?" Sasuke repeated, pausing at the question. Did he have a favorite food? There were a lot of things he liked, but picking a hard one might be a difficult question. His mother often made all kinds of meals, and he just really liked her cooking, nothing in particular. He had to think it over for a few moments, but finally he was able to choose something out. "Well... I really like [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onigiri]o-musubi[/url]," he answered, his cheeks flushing slightly as he spoke. It felt rude to expect Yura to make something for him, and he was confused that she even cared to ask. Was she a friend or foe? He had no clue, it was impossible to tell still yet it was beginning to seem like she might be genuine.

Throughout the meal Sasuke remained too meek to make much conversation or eye contact, preferring to look down at his food or in his glass. Eventually though he'd finished off the last of his meal, and with the final sip of his tea he had no means of averting his attention. Lifting his eyes reluctantly he met Yura's gaze, curious to find her watching him with a smile. Why was she so interested in him? Okay, so she was an Uchiha, but why did she just appear now? Why hadn't she helped during the attacks? It seemed strange before and now that, after all had happened, she had just appeared randomly. Maybe she wasn't working with Itachi, say that was a given, then how do you explain that? These were thoughts that a young child should never had, yet Sasuke couldn't help but be cynical of everything going on right now. Lowering his gaze to his lap he placed his hands across it, scrunching up the legs of his pants in his little fists.

"Yura... Why weren't you here...?" Sasuke whispered, feeling himself becoming emotional again. He didn't want to cry, he'd done enough of that lately, but the tears felt like they were rushing to the surface. With bottom lip trembling he tried desperately to control himself, sighing shakily before rubbing at his eyes with his forearm. "When mother and father died... And everyone else... Itachi hurt them all..." he continued, unable to stem the flow of tears now. Letting out one choked sob he lifted his head, starting down the woman through blurry eyes as tears began coming down his cheeks, "Why didn't you save anyone?! Why did you wait until now? Why only me?! Why?!" He didn't want to be rude, he didn't want to cry and he didn't want to hurt, but Sasuke couldn't contain it any longer. None of this made sense, and while he'd tried to go along with it he just couldn't any more.