[Itachi has found himself a good vantage point to watch the City. Up on a rooftop, leaning against the bulk of a quiescent black panther, he stares at the stars. The feed picks up as he shifts, gathering the image of the two of them, Itachi's slender fingers stirring the silky black fur.]I suppose, in the end... I was right, wasn't I? What I
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