Kuro was right, Hikari wasn't soft, but she wasn't cruel either. She would do what she had to do, but no more. She didn't take pleasure in hurting or killing anyone, even an enemy. She hardly thought that harming the girl would be necessary. She could get everything they needed from her without laying a finger on her. She wondered to herself how much the girl knew, and if she would know enough to make this mission shorter. She hoped she knew something worth while. She knew something, of that Hikari was certain, but just how much she knew was yet to be seen. She figured Kuro was probably hoping she knew enough to get this mission over with. He seemed even less thrilled to be here than she did, as though there were something he just couldn't wait to get back to do. What that was, she didn't know.<br/><br/>She took her seat on the boulder and watched as he set the girl down at the base of a tree. Her eyes, now their usual ice blue, flicked up to her neck, or rather the mark on her neck. It was a curse mark, one of Orochimaru's. She might have frowned, but her face showed nothing. She didn't even bother to wear her usual smile. Instead her face was cold and emotionless. She didn't care to put on the mask and smile right now. Unlike the majority of people, she doubted he cared enough to bother asking questions, nor would he likely feel obligated to. Thus, there wasn't really a reason. At any rate, it wasn't as though she was actually showing anything she felt, she showed nothing, at all. Not even the smallest hint of anything in her body language gave away that there was anything going on beneath the mask of cold indifference. The only reason one might think to ask was because this wasn't usually her demeanor. It was more true to what she actually felt than her usual demeanor, however.<br/><br/>The mark reminded her of everything she'd lost to Orochimaru, everything he'd stolen from her, including her brother. She supposed it was nice to know that he was alive, but was that really better? Was it better to know that he was alive, that he had betrayed them all, possibly helped kill their family, and left her to fend for herself at six years old? At least if he were dead he would have died with honor, a loyal son and loving brother. Instead he was a lying traitor who probably actually hated her more than he loved her. Was that really better than believing him to be dead? She didn't really have an answer to that question.<br/><br/>Despite being lost in her thoughts, she still noticed the way he lifted the girl's face, as if he were considering doing something while she slept. Genjutsu, probably. But he seemed to decide against it, letting her head drop and covering her mark with her hair. She glanced at him when he looked at her for a brief second before looking away. She wondered something similar, actually. She didn't want to kill the girl, of course, and the thought of using Genjutsu had occured to her as an alternative. She wondered if he wanted to kill her, or if he'd settle for using Genjutsu and using her to gather more intel from them. Of course, she didn't ask, and she wouldn't, not now.<br/><br/>Instead, she lay back on the rock, staring up at the stars in the sky. She was aware of his movements when he jumped up to the branch and sat down. He had slept earlier, so she figured he might not need to sleep again yet. She, on the other hand, hadn't slept in too long. Now that she lay here, staring up into the dark, starry sky, she felt her eyelids becoming heavy as sleep threatened to come. The girl would be out for a while, so she could sleep for a couple of hours without worrying. Then, if Kuro wished to sleep, she could take watch and let him rest for a little while.  She glanced at him for a split second before looking back at the stars, letting her eyes flutter closed and willing sleep to come.