"Of genjutsu! It would be a fitting way to do it."

Not that Kisame could, of course. Genjutsu was his weakest skill, and while he could have probably improved upon it, his disgust with anything like that made it unlikely. On the other hand, he could reluctantly appreciate it for the powerful tool it could be. And, Kisame knew, Sephiroth had pursued the technique to nearly an art-form.

The ideas just beginning to percolate in his head were beautiful, dangerous, and almost definitely over the line into treason. But was it treason to pick apart the ones that had betrayed their very way of life, time and again, for petty concerns or wealth?

"What a way to show the world how useless lies become, in the end. Let them impale on the blades their own false words have forged for them."