[Something about this conversation sounds familiar. It leaves Itachi pausing on his end, staring at the image as if he can see someone else beyond it. The figure of his brother, older than he remembers, sitting across from him, lacking hatred just as much as Obito is now.

He hardens his expression, unwilling to cave into weakness.]

You know nothing. All you've been told is further falsehoods that you've grabbed onto because you don't want to realize the real truth.