[ Byakuran's distracted, staring at the clean clothes set before him, the cloth of it, and the way Kakashi's hand slides smoothly onto the table without so much as a sound. He looks back at him again, almost dazed - it's what children who have been traumatized feel, right? He's seen it enough, taken enough lives to mimic it completely.

Funny, how taking one life after another gets easier as you go along.

He doesn't touch the clothes, not yet. ] ...I don't remember. I woke up under what was left of our house, and no one's left alive.

[ He gingerly tugs on the dirtied bandages on his arms, fidgeting. ] Mother and Father are dead.