[If Laurent had any sense of chakra, it would be oppressive now — a cold, dark sheet choking the air, the first warning of that ominous intent. Perhaps it isn't needed, and the evidence is on his face in that granite frown and those vivid eyes. If Laurent senses anything, it isn't communicated back in manner or tone. Even those words are sharp icicles. He can tell too much from too little; he has been watching, and listening, and paying attention. It's dangerous. Laurent knows more about him than anyone else, and that knowing is a threat.

It seems clear in his mind. A connection that should be ripped at the root.]

I've tried to kill him before, [is the low drawl of a voice.] But I failed. I don't believe that it would be the same for you.

[Sasuke takes a prowling step closer, narrowing the space between them. The intimidation is far more deliberate than their encounter during the Harvest festival. There is a soul-forged sword at his waist; there is darkness in his heart, polluted by the effects of Oblivium. He can imagine how easy it would be. He could take Laurent by the throat with one hand, and then...]

Am I wrong? You're weak. You could never stop me.