The pent-up resentment needed an outlet.
So did the anger and hatred of the past.
After Sasuke and Neji had personally slain one of their enemies, and watched Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu fall into pools of blood, their last breaths gone, the ferocious glint in their eyes gradually softened. Sasuke, in particular, had already killed Danzo, the Darkness of Konoha, alongside Naruto. Now he had also killed a Konoha elder who had once ordered the Uchiha Clan's destruction. The anger deep inside him had faded by more than half. Meanwhile, Uchiha Itachi had just arrived nearby. He looked at the two Advisors lying in their blood, then at the Third Hokage, whose face had become one of profound sorrow, almost numbness. The man who had once been Konoha's staunchest supporter—and its greatest spy—could not help but look deeply moved.
At that moment, Itachi's feelings were exceedingly complicated.
The past.
The sin of the massacre.
Itachi had always felt he had wronged his clan, but he had never believed his actions were wrong. He had saved the million people of Konohagakure and given his younger brother a safe, peaceful environment in which to grow. He would atone for his crimes against his clan with his life. But now, after seeing what had become of Konoha's former leaders, and learning other perspectives during his time with Naruto, Itachi had begun to reconsider that night eight years ago.
He really had been wrong.
There had been better choices.
Yet he had chosen the most ruthless and extreme path.
In the end, I'm still someone who's lived with sin weighing on me.
Looking at his younger brother, Itachi let out a quiet sigh deep inside and found himself returning to the same thought as before.
Sasuke, of course, had no idea how many