[He perceptively picks Silco out of the crowd, recognizing that sharp, on-edge silhouette — the scars, the dissimilar eyes, the tense posture. In the aftermath of violence on the street, Sasuke has been left with nothing; he wasn't able to catch or stop the assailant before they took off into the storm over the ocean, too far and too dangerous to reach with his unreliable abilities.
So he is back here for much the same purpose: looking for information.]
What did you find?
[The question announces his approach, given the silence of his footsteps and preternatural tendency to shield his presence. Sasuke's shirt is mottled with blood; there is no telling at a glance if it belongs to him, but he doesn't appear to be in pain.]
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So he is back here for much the same purpose: looking for information.]
What did you find?
[The question announces his approach, given the silence of his footsteps and preternatural tendency to shield his presence. Sasuke's shirt is mottled with blood; there is no telling at a glance if it belongs to him, but he doesn't appear to be in pain.]