[ Video/Intro ] Second Lease on Life

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Who: Uchiha Itachi
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the S.S Paisley
When: Immediately after the ship shuffle

[ Itachi's been tinkering with the video feed. He kind of gets it. But he accidently turns it on while just trying to use the camera function to pick confetti out of his long, black hair. A red eye stares back. ]

...Who knew the afterlife would throw me a welcoming party. [ Because really, where else would he have gone to? He's buried in the sky, among stars. His fingers bat at his hair more, getting the rest of the glitter out. He'll probably be sparkly for a couple of days. However, his eyes catch sight that he is recording... and his expression softens, before going flat. He's got an incredibly similar face to someone else on board. ]

Ah. I've been caught. [ He doesn't say anything more--but the camera shows it moving away from his face before shutting off completely. ]

[ ooc: Also Open to Action for people on the S.S Paisley! ]

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[ Sasuke himself is no sensor type but Itachi's chakra is too familiar, too close, and too powerful for him to possibly mistake even before he enters his line of sight. It prepares him in some fractional measure for actually being presented with him, a deep breath that's meant to steel his nerves merely adding tension onto his already weighted shoulders.

He'd been given so many warnings here that outcomes like this were possible, and yet... all of them had been disregarded. How would he possibly prepare for seeing his brother again regardless? There's less concrete uncertainty clouding his judgement right now -- he knows more of what will come to pass in Itachi's future, knows more about his brother's motivations and state of mind -- but he doesn't feel any more confident when he's meeting his eyes. ]

There wasn't any doubt that I'd show up. [ No, regardless of the nature of his feelings he's always been very good at chasing after Itachi.

His own arms stay by his sides, one a well-designed synthetic replacement that he's more self-conscious of now than ever. ]

You're looking well. Do you feel healthy?

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[ Itachi's gaze shifts noticeably to Sasuke's prosthetic, but he makes no mention of it. His eye slowly course back to his little brother's face. Yes, time has passed. There's a slightly different look in the boy's eyes that's could almost be overlooked. But of course, this is Sasuke. And he is Itachi, his older brother. Any slight changes are not so easily missed by his trained eyes. ]

I'm fine. [ It's a somewhat curt answer, but only because he can't answer with 100% truthfulness. But saying he is fine is truth enough. But his tell-tale cough from earlier was enough sign that things were still amiss, even if he was no longer dead. But the answer of course hinted at something else that was much harder to get rid of: evasiveness. Keeping his little brother in the dark, that everything was perfectly splendid on his end. ] Thank you. [ Thank you, as if he owed his brother the usual, generic courtesy. But things felt odd... stiff between them. He supposed it couldn't be helped. ] ...And yourself?

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[ The question itself had served dual purposes: on one hand he'd naturally wanted the answer but on the other he'd wanted to communicate to Itachi just how much he knows, that he's aware of his illness and that he'd learned plenty following his death. ]

I only recently woke up from a long sleep here, but I'm told it's no reason for concern. My body's in good shape. Muscles, bones... [ A quick look to his brother now, significant.]

Eyes.