"No, I spent most of my life letting others define me and what I was..." He really had. The war had defined him. His clan. Even Shisui had told him what he should be and how he should act. Even the massacre had been more something placed on him than something he had chosen. Circumstances had boxed him in.
"Ah...that's blue..." Itachi stopped and tugged on Tomas, snatching the wrapped confection from someone's little stall. It looked like a cloud on a little stick, thought the sign declared it "fair floss." The vendor was busy talking to someone else. Itachi didn't see the need in waiting for them to turn around. Itachi plucked another blue cloud of sugar up and offered one to Tomas.