[There's a first curiosity at the pair of items before understanding dawns. Sasuke's heart kicks a little quicker, pulse high in his throat — the alarm is an instinctive, defensive response that is reasoned out both by the control he has over this dimension as well as his trust in Cy. It is not the first time he has been blindfolded. Yet those occasions have never been good or enjoyable, never more than what was necessary by choice or forced upon him.
There's no struggle against the belt as it's looped on his left side to support that shoulder, its purpose clear. He hadn't even considered giving himself the other arm until this moment, a realization that sits heavy in his mind before being set aside. He's more focused on Cy's words of warning, craning to look back at the man. The hesitation is brief, reflexive — he would do far more than this for Cy. Eyes slide shut; his awareness of the room they're in doesn't dim, not when his Sharingan is what has sculpted this illusion, but the gesture is there. And he can turn off the part of himself that sees as he would in reality.]
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There's no struggle against the belt as it's looped on his left side to support that shoulder, its purpose clear. He hadn't even considered giving himself the other arm until this moment, a realization that sits heavy in his mind before being set aside. He's more focused on Cy's words of warning, craning to look back at the man. The hesitation is brief, reflexive — he would do far more than this for Cy. Eyes slide shut; his awareness of the room they're in doesn't dim, not when his Sharingan is what has sculpted this illusion, but the gesture is there. And he can turn off the part of himself that sees as he would in reality.]
... I'm ready.