There he was. The edge of finishing it all. What purpose did he even have? He's killed Itachi. Only to find out he was a good guy.

His breath echoed in the cold wind, visible in a steamy cloud as he clenched his fists tightly. His foot leaned closer to the edge of the cliff. The same on Itach used to be on. But Itachi caught himself. Sasuke couldn't do that. He was nothing compared to his brother. In his shadow. A faint footstep broke the silence, Sasuke glacing at it with his Sharingan.