He had to stare. For a good two minutes before finally looking away, shaking his head. It was a relief to know that Obito wasn't going to kill him yet-- But while he shared that sentiment, he still--

"It wasn't clean." He went on, focusing on no one in particular as he stared off into the distance again. Shisui was usually efficient, killing silently, killing before his victims knew they were even dead. His methods were usually so clean, so efficient, so quick that it was likely his victims barely felt anything at all. "I took my time." His skin crawled at the memory; not at the things he had done, but at the feelings he had reveled in. "Gutted them halfway, then let them bleed out--" Gesturing to his neck. "C-carved out the tongues so they didn't talk, made them piss blood--"

He put his head in his hands. "I fucking liked it." Everything just... dwindled into a hoarse whisper.