No, Itachi wouldn't pull himself free; he was snared by a passive restriction of cruel words and hopelessness so deep he sought only an isolation, a security in distance from this man, from all of them, he needed to regain composure that wouldn't be found here. His face averted, he stilled and balled his hands into loose fists at his sides, then forcefully relaxed them again.
Mere feet from the doorway he found himself unable to walk through. How pathetic he was, to be trapped so easily. A few words and a touch, the scent of Kakashi ground into his palm and embedded beneath his nails so deep he'd need bleach to remove it, the clinical and detached part of his mind murmured that it was senseless. Step free, remove yourself, end this, leave -
The rest was too numb and shaken to listen. "What more do you want from me," he demanded hoarsely, disgusted with himself, at the plea in words meant to be a demand. "Release me."
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Date: Saturday, 9 October 2010 04:36 am (UTC)Mere feet from the doorway he found himself unable to walk through. How pathetic he was, to be trapped so easily. A few words and a touch, the scent of Kakashi ground into his palm and embedded beneath his nails so deep he'd need bleach to remove it, the clinical and detached part of his mind murmured that it was senseless. Step free, remove yourself, end this, leave -
The rest was too numb and shaken to listen. "What more do you want from me," he demanded hoarsely, disgusted with himself, at the plea in words meant to be a demand. "Release me."