"I do. One thing we have in common, eh?" Kisame had been very public with threats on occasion, and Mizukage-sama and the daimyo knew well that his only tether to Kiri now was his loyalty, which would be strained with further lies.

It hadn't done much but put him on a close watch for some time, at least publicly. Now that he was in secret Mizukage-sama's personal monster, at least he was at the center of the lies and could see them for what they were instead of lost on the edges and blinded and turned about by them. Not that it made him any happier with the situation, but it kept him from searching out somewhere else to go. Where could he go, really? He was a ninja, and what village would accept him? Where could he find real truth? So he stayed, but he grew more dissatisfied by the year.

"Sometimes, I think it would be better to tear out their lying tongues and force open their eyes, but that would be a long and tedious task, eh?" He said that as if it was a joke, but Kisame knew that Sephiroth knew him and was not afraid--probably at least his equal in a fight, if not more powerful--and on some level he respected the man's honesty more than anyone else, even the Mizukage himself. Saying things like that skirted treason, but Kisame doubted he'd have the will in himself to stop completely.