"Sasuke."

"What? She's pretty and hasn't attacked us!"

"It's true. I am very pretty."

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

"Where is this?"

"I don't know, I don't know and I don't know. Oh!" She drops to the ground. She does not stick the landing. "I like Akhlys for a name. I'm trying it out. Or Terminator. Still mulling it over."

From closer inspection she appears to be a child. Preteen at most.

"Akhlys is prettier." She's close to his age, kind of.

She preens a little at the compliment. "What are you doing here? Did you get glomped by the Endbringer too?"

"No. The clan died and brother grabbed me and used a technique to move us, I guess. What's an Endbringer?"

"Cool! Endbringers are like -- Godzilla on steroids. She was killing a bunch of people and I think I got et. Or like, she was screaming and then she was singing and it was really pretty and then I got eaten. I dunno. It was a while ago."

"- When brother figures out how to get us out you should come with us."

"...you wanna leave? But you just got here."

"We should figure out how to leave sooner so we can leave when we gotta."

This is making her uncomfortable. She is very uncomfy. "It's nice here though? They like me a lot and take care of me."

Itachi stiffens even more. "They?" He can't sense anyone near. But he can't even sense her...

"Maybe you can come back to visit?"

She kind of slumps. "I don't really think they'll let me go. They slither too much in my thoughts, twisty and wriggley. Whispering. You don't hear them?"

"No. That sounds like you should see if you can leave though..."

She teeters on the edge of her thoughts. "Why do you want me? There's so many others to choose."

"I like you."

The whispers press closer, confused, angry, suspicious, exhilarated. She bounces on her feet, feeling oppressed.

"You can't stay here. This place is unfit for children."

"You should be with us. Itachi's a good brother, so."

Itachi does not voice his disagreement.

-- Akhlys takes off her mask. "The Outside is scary. It hurts." It kills, it destroys. It doesn't love her.