One who listens, and shall never judge. It's tempting to fall into that promise and never resurface. Sasuke takes in a shuddering breath; he's lost count of how many times he's faced exactly what she describes. The illness of his pain and the darkness of the way forward. At the same time, it's too unnatural to share it with another in words — and the further away the moment of bliss gets, the more sober he becomes, and the more frightened of his own reaction with a veritable stranger.

Sasuke rips himself out from under that hand, breath coming in hard pants of air. "It's not... it has nothing to do with you. I can't. Do you understand? I can't."

And he turns, first stumbling to move back from the woman, breaking through the crowd with inelegance. Then with more certainty and surefootedness now that he isn't looking into those paralyzing blue eyes.

[ooc: if she wouldn't follow him, we can call it there! and sasuke will just... try to run away if he sees her again... i'm sorry gilia.]