"It's my weapon," He snapped, as though Itachi had said something incriminating instead of just asking him a simple question. His fingers once more curled into the fabric of his sheets, and though his shoulders had yet to relax, he looked less like he was about to attempt to leap out of his cot. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn't wrap his head around what going on in that moment that stopped him from screaming at his brother to get the hell out, but the confusion was clear on the young Uchiha's face.