[ that's a startling subject change. and while sakura manages to keep most of her shock off her face, her fingers tighten around sasuke's just a little. ]
Why not?
[ she'll respect his wishes, of course. but she'd already been planning on grilling obito to see if they could make an arm for sasuke out of white zetsu. as gross as that sounds. ]
[Sasuke's thoughts are on a completely different path in his haze of punch drunkeness. The replacement he'd been thinking of when he'd spoken to Itachi about it had been mechanical, like the one his duplicate in the last black box session had. But seeing something like that actually on himself didn't seem right.]
It just looked... mean. [He says this as though Sakura will know exactly what he's talking about.]
[ that is exactly the wrong thing to say if he doesn't want her to be worried about him. it's fairly obvious he's referring to something in the black box--and the fact that he had to fight a version of himself with a mechanical arm is really kind of awful--but it's the dazedness that's really the issue.
sakura places her free hand on sasuke's cheek and shoves her face up close to his so she can get a look at his pupils. just to see if he's got a concussion. ]
I wouldn't know where to start with a mechanical prosthetic, so you don't have to worry about that. [ because she is being involved in whatever process gets him a new arm.
she looks from one eye to the next, frowning a little. the stupid rinnegan makes it hard to tell, but she's fairly certain she didn't actually miss any brain damage. ]
I'd gotten some names. People that could help me with it.
[There's a little grunt from him as she draws him near, the action causing him to blink and focus. He's concerned her, so he needs to be coherent. Getting back to his room will require focus too.]
But if I get one and it looks real... I don't know. I feel like I need the reminder.
Mn. [ she leans back and drops her hand from his cheek. ] I can understand that.
[ it's why she still has the scars from the acid burns on her arm. it's why she still has the scars from facing down sasori. why her knuckles are rough and scarred over in so many places. they're reminders of how far she's come. things to help her remember her triumphs and what she's fighting for. ]
Just don't get so stuck on past mistakes that you can't move forward.
[Sasuke stands with the help of the wall. It's slow and painful to do, but he manages. He tells himself it's not pride that keeps him from accepting Sakura's shoulder, but the fact that he doesn't want to hold her up from any important tasks he might have pulled her from. She's already done enough for him.]
... Are you sure? [ cause he kinda looks like he's gonna fall over. and sakura is probably going to trail him to make sure he gets where he needs to go safe even if he doesn't need help walking there.
[He says this a little more adamantly this time. He's been through worse than this. (Still has what's left of his limbs this time, doesn't he?) Getting back to his room shouldn't be an issue.
[ she steps back and resists the urge to mutter under her breath about stubborn idiots. ]
You'll let me know if you need anything else. [ it's not a question. ] And I'll want to look at those ribs tomorrow. [ ... ] Twenty-four hours from now, give or take.
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Why not?
[ she'll respect his wishes, of course. but she'd already been planning on grilling obito to see if they could make an arm for sasuke out of white zetsu. as gross as that sounds. ]
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It just looked... mean. [He says this as though Sakura will know exactly what he's talking about.]
All those wires...
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sakura places her free hand on sasuke's cheek and shoves her face up close to his so she can get a look at his pupils. just to see if he's got a concussion. ]
I wouldn't know where to start with a mechanical prosthetic, so you don't have to worry about that. [ because she is being involved in whatever process gets him a new arm.
she looks from one eye to the next, frowning a little. the stupid rinnegan makes it hard to tell, but she's fairly certain she didn't actually miss any brain damage. ]
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[There's a little grunt from him as she draws him near, the action causing him to blink and focus. He's concerned her, so he needs to be coherent. Getting back to his room will require focus too.]
But if I get one and it looks real... I don't know. I feel like I need the reminder.
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[ it's why she still has the scars from the acid burns on her arm. it's why she still has the scars from facing down sasori. why her knuckles are rough and scarred over in so many places. they're reminders of how far she's come. things to help her remember her triumphs and what she's fighting for. ]
Just don't get so stuck on past mistakes that you can't move forward.
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He nods.]
I know. I know all about getting stuck on the past.
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Yeah, I figured.
[ she stands and stretches. crouching on the ground all this time is not exactly comfortable. ]
Can you get somewhere you can rest by yourself, or do you want a hand? Or shoulder, as the case may be.
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[Sasuke stands with the help of the wall. It's slow and painful to do, but he manages. He tells himself it's not pride that keeps him from accepting Sakura's shoulder, but the fact that he doesn't want to hold her up from any important tasks he might have pulled her from. She's already done enough for him.]
Thank you. [Again.]
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... Are you sure? [ cause he kinda looks like he's gonna fall over. and sakura is probably going to trail him to make sure he gets where he needs to go safe even if he doesn't need help walking there.
just for her own peace of mind. ]
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[He says this a little more adamantly this time. He's been through worse than this. (Still has what's left of his limbs this time, doesn't he?) Getting back to his room shouldn't be an issue.
He pushes away from the wall.]
You've helped a lot.
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[ she steps back and resists the urge to mutter under her breath about stubborn idiots. ]
You'll let me know if you need anything else. [ it's not a question. ] And I'll want to look at those ribs tomorrow. [ ... ] Twenty-four hours from now, give or take.
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He nods again. And he'll stay close to the wall to make her feel more at ease. (And because he needs to.)]