‘ Here we are, bunch of rogues helping each other out. ‘
❝Rogues is putting it nicely.❞ Their combined historyーTaka and Kabutoーwas filthy with blood, most of it unnecessary to spill in the first place. Myriad grotesqueries afflicted them, body some and mind others, but Karin was beginning to think this was one of the lowest moments of her short, terrible life. Kabuto was trailing around with them now. As if they needed any more identity-confused baggage along for their directionless adventures. Still, she's taking it better than others, but maybe that's a plus-side to being higher on the Otogakure food-chain. Under her breath she addends, ❝and 'help' is awful generous...❞ I suppose it can't be helped... unfortunately.
Scowling, she snaps: ❝Y'know, if you're goin' to be tagging along, you should quit it at the attempts of team-bonding. It's kinda cringe. Can't you be weird in like, your usual way?❞ Seriously, it was like having your weird dad-brother-uncle thing tag along when you and your friends are hanging out.