Voice
[The communicator clicks on, and when Sasuke speaks, his voice is strained, slightly winded, rumbling with an unfamiliar undercurrent of worry. The wind blows past the Forge’s microphone as he runs, and anyone that sees him as he jumps across the roofs of Scorched will notice he has a black clad body slung against his back.]
Sakura. I’m bringing Itachi to the clinic. He’s... [He stops speaking for a moment but continues sprinting, launching across a rather wide chasm between shops.]
You will fix him. [There’s no question in his voice, no plea; it’s a demand that had better become reality, so help this city. And though he’s tired, too, it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s driven by something more pressing, such as his brother’s sudden comatose body.] Now.
Mello. When this is done, we need to talk.
Sakura. I’m bringing Itachi to the clinic. He’s... [He stops speaking for a moment but continues sprinting, launching across a rather wide chasm between shops.]
You will fix him. [There’s no question in his voice, no plea; it’s a demand that had better become reality, so help this city. And though he’s tired, too, it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s driven by something more pressing, such as his brother’s sudden comatose body.] Now.
Mello. When this is done, we need to talk.