But... how can you follow that so blindly? Truth could mean anything! His truth and yours... they could be worlds apart in difference. Maybe his world won't even want you when you're finished being his tool.

[And she breaks down again, crying, holding her face in her hands.]

Kisame... Poor Kisame...

[That's right. Still pity, still sympathy. she even cradles the pokegear a bit, as if she could hug Kisame, she would.]