[He folds himself in against Cy with no effort, starved for the security those arms provide in a way that is difficult to fully acknowledge. Easier to tuck his head in against Cy's shoulder, to smell the familiar scent of his skin and hair — and, slowly, to let go of the memories that have resurfaced with this retelling.

There's only one way to answer what Cy asks him then.]

I don't know. [As close as he is, he seems to try to be closer, pressing in tighter, those bloody characters sealed between them.] I thought I did. I would wander the world for some time and come to terms with myself, with being alive — I would atone, protect what Naruto had created after the war, and then I'd return. I'd find a woman. We would have children.

[Faltering, a stumble in the way his breath hitches.]

I don't believe that I want that anymore. But I don't know.

[The only thing he wants is here against him, and Sasuke's heart trips faster at the thought, too fearful. It's too heavy, means too much.]