[His own shock has died down into something else by now, something deeper and quieter (and beneath that is something else, a grief he doesn't touch because he has to keep moving, not mourning). But he recognizes some of it in Sakura's tone. Even if she hasn't lived intimately with what was sold as reality, it's something set in stone: bad people leave the village, and the Hokage keep it safe.

But when those people are in the village, and the Hokage makes them bad: that's the problem.]

That was why. We were too strong. The elders feared us, and they kept us apart.

[The compound he'd never questioned, the long walk from home to the Academy, until the First had accused the Second of sequestering them away against his own wishes. The badge he'd once hoped to wear on his own shoulder -- a cage of hope, and one that had ultimately led to the self-destruction of what it contained.]

And so the clan decided on a coup -- [He rephrases, because he has to face this:] My father and mother planned the coup.

My brother prevented it. Those were his orders.