"Because..." she started and found herself stopping shortly to think of how to phrase it. Ah, the straight, blunt truth seemed best in this situation. "You chose that fate yourself. You went to Orochimaru by your own will. We tried to stop you on many occasions, Naruto even ran after you and nearly got killed doing so but... you didn't listen. You wanted... power. Or something. Just so you could kill Itachi." She moved her gaze to the side, now angrily refusing to look him in the eye. "You said you didn't care about us anymore and that we were too weak. Our friendship suddenly meant nothing to you."
Her hands found their way to the edge of her chair and she gripped it rather hard. "You left about three years ago but you seem to remember that. It was our goal to get you back home, that's why we were attacking you. That's why Naruto or... my 'teammate' seemed so hellbent on fighting you."