[It shouldn't bother him, but it does. It's something he ought to have noticed — being watched by someone else, enough to be remembered. Stealth was not today's ultimate goal; there seems little need for it in this place, as empty and vacuous as a bad afterlife, but still this makes him careless. The irritation flickers across his face, there and gone again. An unhelpful day has worn his composure enough that he can't entirely school it.]

It would be irresponsible not to try to figure out where we are. [Sasuke had encountered others with much less urgency, and less foresight, although they were still as mystified by the puzzle of this city as him.] ... Uchiha Sasuke.

[The introduction of his name won't earn any new revelations. He's already expecting this; no one here has recognized him by it. And, likewise, Rokurou Rangetsu lights nothing in his memory.]

What I make of this place— [wariness returns, withdrawing one step for two of Rokurou's own,] is nothing. Books, pamphlets, folders... they're all blank. You can take anything from the stores without payment. The residential buildings have rooms that are completely empty, while others are furnished. It looks like people might have lived here once. If they did, they're gone now.

[Hesitation claims him then, but so far this other man has proved no threat. Yet Sasuke remains a rigid fixture on the roof, aura cold and bristly, like fine electric static — if that is something Rokurou might be able to sense.]

Have you been to the garden with the statues? Or the cemetery?