I can imagine... It's strange enough to discuss.

[Itachi is just watching him now, following the blur of his arms with his eyes, not even bothering to brush sweat-dampened strands of hair away from his face. It's not as though moving them will help him see better.

The smell is causing his stomach to ache with hunger, his still depleted chakra reserves crying out to be fed.]

That's without even touching on different... universes. The, ah... I'll have to think more on all of that.