[It's a disturbing ritual, most would think. Traveling to visit the grave of the him who was not him, but had been before him and after. The one who had died, but he had not yet become. Itachi doesn't particularly care what others think, but it is not as if he has no wondered the question himself more than once.
The routine of having one place to visit, a place that will most likely change--grow--as time passes and more die, but it is still the same. The atmosphere of the graveyard, the heavy feelings soaked so deep into the soil one can smell it, will never truly change. Seeing what he will become in a few short years--not even a full decade, really--clears his thoughts. Puts everything about his life, his purpose, into perspective.
He failed. That other Itachi failed to achieve his goals and instead ruined everything he had worked for. He would not make the same mistake.
It is another day that he finds he is not the first person to arrive at that one particular grave. But who is there is not one he would have expected. Perhaps he should have.]
I had expected you to arrive here sooner, if at all.