It wasn't like him to talk about things like that, but she'd asked him to talk, so he did. Sasuke didn't try to keep his words in check, didn't censor himself. He just opened his mouth and whatever came out was what he said. "I don't think she ever got angry. She was always smiling, even if she was sad." His voice drifted off a little, his own words slowly putting himself to sleep. "She would have liked you... but that would've meant that I'd have had to take you home with me... and we didn't live in... the same... village."
A flash of something clicked in his mind; his head snapped up, eyes widening as if he'd just stumbled across something amazing. "Tell me what you remember. Something. Anything. Just pick something and run with it." Little things sparked fragments in his mind that glittered through the fog, begging to be pulled into the light. If a temporary death could knock things loose, maybe something else could take those things and set them free.
The big question was would it work, and if it did, would he like the result?