[ Inner peace? He wants to listen but years of isolation and reliance on anything but has jaded cynicism creeping in, quietly watching that weak flame. Well, he'll at least definitely remember that for later.

He gestures to his own eyes, reddened for emphasis as he looks at him. ]

I gained my power through loss. The sharingan on the night my family members were killed, and its higher form on the day I watched my brother die. That's my history, and that's the largest part of my ability.

So what the hell is that supposed to mean for me?