"Yeah, I've heard THAT before!" Sai almost roars, the viciousness of her chopping growing with every strike.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">/Don't trust, Can't trust them, Can't trust MIND, Don't let them IN.../</span>Sai suddenly orders her thoughts into a mantra, one that grows with the harshness of her Knife.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">/stay angry, stay focused, stay slive. Stay Angry, Stay Focused, Stay Alive. Stay ANGRY, Stay FOCUSED-/</span><br/><br/>"!"<br/><br/>Sai gasps, and looks down. the knife has cut into the thumb of her other hand. lengthwise.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">/huh... looks like the knuckle bone slowed it down./</span>comes the surprisingly calm thought.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">/Aren't extremity wounds supposed to really-STINGINGBLEEDINGHURTSHURTSHURTS-</span><br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Ow.</span>" Sai whispers, and gingerly lets go of the knife with her uninjured hand.