His life had been a masquerade, all twenty-one years of them. He created countless masks all under his name. He had one for his parents, several for his brother and another for the Akatsuki. He had them to cover up his suffering, and to protect his intricate life of lies.
His entire life comprised of different masks and there was just one last one left for his brother. The time had come for their battle to death, and it was now that he would put it on. It was one that he spent working on, and he hoped that it would be his last. He truly hated this masquerade, and the accursed life he had forced himself to drag on despite his own suffering. It was finally time. Time to die, the only thing that could relinquish Uchiha Itachi from his masquerade.