Decay. Ruin, the stench of death that seemed to follow his trail. The pitter patter of a heartbeat that seemed erratic under his fore-fingers. The heart that seemed to jump from his hands,the thumping of it that never seemed to end in his ears. The world had lacked the sense of being alive towards the Elder Uchiha. The sense of existing as something far more important than people deemed him of.
The ignorance that fell onto blind eyes and ears. The world was not as simple as it once had been with casting ideas into people. The way the world worked now, was different than how he had started his ideas. What he became was the cause of what the world had become. You try to maintain peace, and it creates war. It was like a filthy disease in a sense. It was so trivial to people to maintain the peace, and live without a burden of conflict.
Like the prodigy before him. A child of war, though he had tried to remain at peace he had become what he hated. A token, one to be used, a tool and nothing more to the village that he had been from. These were such trivial things that pertained in this day and age. The elder may have taken him in but that wasn't without the lessons that implanted the discord into the young man's heart.
The discord and paradox that had been his ideas. His ideas that had grown over the course of time and merely refined. The steps in them becoming clearer and more vibrant with each passing moon. He was merely teaching the prodigy his place in this mess, the piece of the game. He would always remain a tool to him, and nothing more and nothing less.
The younger Uchiha speaking caught his attention breaking him from his mess of thoughts only for mere moments. A fraction of a second, no trace or emotion on his face as the boy inquired his thoughts. His thoughts seeming to try to gather, not to given him an answer that said too much about oneself.
"Tell me, Do you see the 'madness' of the world? Would you rather be drenched in a wretched memory of discord and hypocrisy?"
The words of one that had seen the sides of war and pain, the suffering it caused one but also made some thrive. But also, he had lost much in the process, the memories remaining repressed and hidden under the surface only leaking out in small fragments that never seemed to end.
And yet in some form twisted the question upon the other making him think about his own faults and his bloody past. The elder was not one to share tales of his happier days or even memories that pertained to his brother. No they slipped out by chance and were a moment of weakness, it was a weakness that he couldn't afford to show around this child.