"Alright then," she replied with a nod. He hadn't specified a flavor so she would have to choose herself. Fortunately she had all the ingredients already. It would make a good picnic food so perhaps she could bring it for lunch on their first training day. She considered for a moment. She wanted to start training him as soon as possible but honestly what was the point of rushing? Everything she had to teach him would simply take time. She almost sighed at the thought. But at least once he got his Sharingan he would be able to copy her much faster.

She picked up her last sushi roll and ate it with slightly less pleasure than the rest. She really should've invested in a side dish, she decided. She washed it down with some more water and then pushed the plate away. 

The pleasant smile on her face dissolved when she returned her gaze to Sasuke. Something had happened in those few moments since he answered her. What was going through his mind? Something she'd said? He was looking down, hands in his lap.  

She blanched at his question. She'd intended to tell him all the circumstances as soon as it came up, but she hadn't realized the way it would LOOK to him until she did. And until now it didn't seem like it had occurred to him. Maybe she should have headed the question off... But she'd just been trying to tread carefully. She'd failed though because now he was in front of her, crying, and she didn't know what to do. Not at all. Her face constricted with pain. 

"Sasuke," she gasped out, through the burning pain in her throat. "I'm sorry." 
She would have seized his hands if they weren't out of her reach. Instead she tried to seize his eyes.
"I would have. I couldn't. The only reason I'm alive is because Itachi thought I was..." she quailed at the memories. Her friends. Her injuries. Waking up to discover what had happened. The ardous journey back... There was only one reason she'd even come back instead of hiding like a good little prey animal. "...harmless, I don't know. I was away on a mission for months before. And after...." her voice trailed off. The last two words seemed like part of the previous sentence but they were not. After the massacre... it was complicated. It was more than just the trip back.  

Her eyes were nearly as haunted as his at the moment. She quickly looked away and sat back from him, withdrawing in on herself. She had her own baggage. It didn't quite compare to your own brother massacring your clan in front of your eyes though. She swallowed thickly. 

Why was HE alive? She didn't know. It couldn't be sentiment. She didn't know if that was better or worse for him. 

She shook her head, not looking at him anymore. "I don't know, I don't know!" her voice rose to a keening pitch at the end. "I wish I did," she whispered.