[Kisame listens, thoughts running through the different scenarios, and gives all appearances of focusing entirely on his task. The blade is killing sharp already, but he wants it sharper.]
Are you so sure that's wise, brat? These royals aren't the kages we know, but they are just as powerful, maybe more. What would your Hokage tell you, eh? To fight and exhaust yourself for no reason, or work with them and get back to your village and duties as quickly as possible?
[He drums painted fingernails on the whetstone and then checks the sharpness with his thumb. Blood wells at only a whisper of pressure and Kisame idly licks it away before returning to the sharpening. Better, but still not enough.]
So you got claimed by the shadows and me, the light. Ironic, eh?
[The stupidly loyal and noble kid under them and Kisame claimed by the court that 'looks for the light.' It should be ironic, unthinkable. Except, Kisame knows, however bad he is, however terrible and monstrous, what he's longed for always has been truth. And isn't truth that burning, unforgiving light that pierces and scatters the murk of lies and would make possible a world where monsters like him never form in the first place? Truth he would fight for, kill hundreds of thousands for, die for. Has already. He won't see it, but knowing he's done everything in his power to bring about Madara's world of pure truth leaves Kisame contented enough. His duty is finished; he'll never return--part of calling on his sharks instead of another suicide method was for exactly that reason. Maybe he can find, if not a whole world, then a pocket of truth here. He would enjoy that. Still, maybe he can use this to his advantage.]
Seems like it'd be the other way around, eh? You're pretty bright; I'll admit that. Maybe there's been a mistake.
[It's mostly idle musing, but it's musing all the same. Kisame plans to fight for these royals, because why not? To wander aimless and without a purpose is more frightening than he'd care to admit, even to himself. If he can lure this kid over to the rulers of light, hand them a powerful weapon wrapped up like a present, it would benefit him. And, well, the kid probably would fit in well enough in the Court of light, and it would save Kisame having to keep him alive from the other side of the battlefield.]
going for Seelie!Kisame because it amuses me
Are you so sure that's wise, brat? These royals aren't the kages we know, but they are just as powerful, maybe more. What would your Hokage tell you, eh? To fight and exhaust yourself for no reason, or work with them and get back to your village and duties as quickly as possible?
[He drums painted fingernails on the whetstone and then checks the sharpness with his thumb. Blood wells at only a whisper of pressure and Kisame idly licks it away before returning to the sharpening. Better, but still not enough.]
So you got claimed by the shadows and me, the light. Ironic, eh?
[The stupidly loyal and noble kid under them and Kisame claimed by the court that 'looks for the light.' It should be ironic, unthinkable. Except, Kisame knows, however bad he is, however terrible and monstrous, what he's longed for always has been truth. And isn't truth that burning, unforgiving light that pierces and scatters the murk of lies and would make possible a world where monsters like him never form in the first place? Truth he would fight for, kill hundreds of thousands for, die for. Has already. He won't see it, but knowing he's done everything in his power to bring about Madara's world of pure truth leaves Kisame contented enough. His duty is finished; he'll never return--part of calling on his sharks instead of another suicide method was for exactly that reason. Maybe he can find, if not a whole world, then a pocket of truth here. He would enjoy that. Still, maybe he can use this to his advantage.]
Seems like it'd be the other way around, eh? You're pretty bright; I'll admit that. Maybe there's been a mistake.
[It's mostly idle musing, but it's musing all the same. Kisame plans to fight for these royals, because why not? To wander aimless and without a purpose is more frightening than he'd care to admit, even to himself. If he can lure this kid over to the rulers of light, hand them a powerful weapon wrapped up like a present, it would benefit him. And, well, the kid probably would fit in well enough in the Court of light, and it would save Kisame having to keep him alive from the other side of the battlefield.]