"It means that I, and those like me, had our hands tied under extreme penalties. Especially given your special status in light of the fact that the Uchiha had self governance by the time of the situation which left you alone." He looked back at the boy evenly, fully aware what it meant, but unsure how hard it would hit the child. "In other words, the village only has control once the control is given, as was the case when you became a shinobi of the leaf. By that same token, none would have been able to adopt you, nor to approach you without first being approached."
Sasuke pondered on the statement for some time, his fingers gripping the warm cup. His eyes descended, observing the floor as his thoughts raced. He knew the Uchiha Clan kept to themselves, placed their own views on the village, but the memories were left hazy to overheard conversations an eight year old child was not meant to hear. Those heard words were usually spoken in light contempt, but the etched purpose underlying the reason was torn away over the fading lapse of time.
“I’m assuming those penalties remain intact for a reason then,” the Uchiha replied, glancing upwards. “I’ve been fine on my own regardless. I didn’t need anyone interfering in my life then and I don’t need it now. People aren’t as trustworthy as they appear. In which case, I don’t know your underlying purpose here. I may not be rotting in prison for treacherous actions but I’m wondering more or less what you want out of this. There’s always self-gain in transactions…”