"True enough. It's our actions in life that make us alone." The words were thick and bitter on his tongue. Was he truly better that way? He'd had conversations that threw that into doubt, and yet, here he was, alone. Some small part that he'd worked to crush for all his life groaned weakly and wished not to be, but Kisame ignored it. Now wasn't the time and place for such weakness.

"And is it still honoring when we've made ourselves alone, or is it a selfish act?" Kisame shrugged again. The question was meant to make Neji think; he already knew the answer was the latter. "But as for Samehada, this blade was given to me by the shinobi who's lantern this is. I was never given Samehada; I took it, so there's no place for Samehada tonight."