Obito knew that he wasn't the sanest of people. In fact, he could pinpoint the exact moment when he had snapped. That wasn't important now however, aside from explaining part of his motive for why he was here tonight.
Thanks to the barrier that had been placed around the perimeter of the compound, none of the villagers outside could hear the screams, the cries for help, and the sounds of slaughter that rent the night. Within the Uchiha clan compound however, that wasn't the case, and there were any number of people either huddling in their homes in fear hoping that whatever was happening would pass them by, or going out to fight to protect their family and fellow clansmen.
In one home, a man wasn't going out to fight. Not because he was too afraid to but, because he couldn't. Because he'd been rendered incapable of doing so years ago. He'd been saving the occupant of this particular home for himself rather than leaving the killing to Itachi.
He smiled as he took his shoes off in the entryway and put them away.
"Hi father, I'm home." he called out.