[Yuu doesn't know yet, but Sasuke's had been much the same in different ways. He spent a long time hating Itachi. He still spends many nights dreaming about the bodies in the street, dreaming about the scene of his parents Itachi force him to watch, to memorize. Sitting alone in the middle of the floor, knowing he was one of the last.]

I'm sure my words don't mean much to you right now. You're young. I was young once, too. You're strongest when you're with them, working together. You don't have to go that far. It was a very long time before I understood that.

It took a no-good, yellow-haired loser [this sounds strangely affectionate] to show me. I tried everything I could to get him to hate me, but he never gave up on me.

He told me he wouldn't ever let me become someone like that. A monster.