[ He nods again. That seems like a reasonable stance to take. Sasuke isn't sure whether or not he'd like to forget; a part of him thinks maybe the parts he hates about himself would disappear if the pain did too.

He grabs a whisk, going to start to swirl the tea in the bowl. It's not... the easiest thing to do with only one hand, but he's trying his hardest here. ]

My sensei used to say the same thing about the memories of those he lost. I think he was as protective of the past as he was of whoever he was fighting with in the present.