Didn't need to -- there was an interesting assertion. One way or another they were all tainted by this place, from the food they ate to the water they drank. Was it so large a leap from eating what was offered here and using the tools they had been given? Perhaps it was habit ingrained from Sound, but Sasuke had learned enough from the sacrifices he had made for his goals to be aware that the price paid would never be within comfort.

Then again, those selfsame goals had been ... Sasuke dropped his hand back to his side, tension abruptly written through his frame in unwitting mirroring of Aidou's movements. Had he sacrificed too much on the altar of blind intent -- had there even been another option (but there must have been, had he simply been more) -- and was there any other, here, with every step dogged by one interested overlord or the other?

Landel had violated the integrity of Sasuke's shinobi body and above and beyond that the sanctity of Sasuke's brother's body. It was too many cards played already. If there was worse to come (and Sasuke doubted there was) -- if there was, he was sick of simply letting it happen for free. Aidou could take the luxury of selecting what he did and didn't take (and maybe that was related to how he ate, here, less direct and more selective to begin with). Sasuke was accustomed to using no more than what he had.

"Where I was the night the doorways first shifted," he answered, brief and disappointing. "It was a room neither my companion nor I were able to recognise before the night ended."