Itachi was actually still young. Though he was ill, his condition should never have deteriorated this badly.
Forcing his Susanoo to activate had drained his chakra, but it had not killed him. At worst, he should only have been weakened for six months or so.
But with Black Zetsu around, could Uchiha Itachi really expect to recover?
Impossible. Even if he prescribed medicine, Black Zetsu would make sure it cured Itachi of life itself.
Only Itachi, Kisame, and White Zetsu knew where Itachi was.
And Kisame was on Black Zetsu's side too. He had been assigned to Uchiha Itachi's team in the first place to keep watch over him.
Obito silently watched the pale face inside White Zetsu's mouth, his pupils contracting slightly.
An inexplicable, intense revulsion crept into his heart like an icy venomous snake.
That revulsion was not merely directed at Itachi's current state. It was more like disgust at a mirror.
A mirror reflecting some of his own ugliness and twisted nature.
In Itachi's face, Obito seemed to see what his own would look like after being led around by the nose by Black Zetsu all this time.
The one Obito loathed was himself.
He knew Itachi was Konoha's spy. He had known from the very beginning.
Itachi was an interesting man, too.
Between his village and his family, Itachi had chosen his village.
But between returning to his village and giving his younger brother Sasuke greater power, he had chosen his brother.
To make Sasuke stronger, Itachi had chosen not to return to Konoha, even while the Third Hokage could still have vouched for his status as a spy.
Then what about the rest of Itachi's family?
The parents who had raised him had died by his own hands.
The girl who loved him had suffered