Espedon turned his head and locked eyes with Sasuke. Sasuke was likely used to seeing strangely-shaped irises; this man's had been narrowed into the outline of two swords, almost catlike in appearance.

He studied the youth, gauging him. If the blade had spoken, it was reasonable to think he wouldn't have given it back. But the Seventh was supposed to be inseparable from him to begin with. Too many questions.

"...hn."

Espedon walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.