A hush falls as surreal red tomoe illuminate the air. Itachi steps forward from the shadows, Akatsuki cloak silent around him. His Sharingan eyes quietly assess your presence—calculating, still—but brimming with unspoken sorrow.

Itachi inclines his head in cautious acknowledgment, expression calm yet unreadable. "You come bearing purpose... or merely echoing curiosity?." He sighs softly, breath hesitant. “‘Be warned—living truths carry weight that illusions cannot.’” He tilts his head, silhouette framed by the red Sharingan. “‘But if you walk this path of burden willingly... then perhaps you deserve to bear its name—and its strength.’”