"With your current Sharingan, how far can you see?"
"Come, absorb my ocular power. This way, your Sharingan can evolve into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. Once you have mastered the power of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, you will have the ability to do what you want."
Two streams of bloody tears flowed from Itachi's hollow eye sockets. Although Sasuke now knew all of his plans, Itachi felt that he could still persist a little longer. Perhaps... Sasuke would accept them. That would spare him from taking many detours.
Sasuke looked at the two bloodied eyeballs in Itachi's hand, then raised his head and saw Itachi's eyeless face—hollow, horrifying, and savage. Itachi had challenged his bottom line once again. While Sasuke had not been paying attention, he had actually gouged out his own eyes.
Sasuke's expression, which had only just softened, turned cold once more.
"I already told you, I don't want your eyes. I'll become strong on my own," Sasuke said coldly. "You really are infuriating like this—so self-righteous. Do you think I have to keep walking the path you chose for me?"
"You think what you're doing is for my own good, but do I think it's for my own good? I don't care what you think. I care what I think. I'm not your accessory. I'm an individual. I have my own way of thinking and the life I want. I don't need anyone to dictate it for me."
"Don't think this makes you noble. If you truly were noble, you wouldn't have regretted slaughtering the Uchiha clan five years later."
"Put your eyes away. I don't need them. One day, I'll evolve my Sharingan into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan through my own abilities."
Sasuke's words were extremely cold. Itachi's repeated self-righteousness had clearly enraged him.
Itachi felt