[ Freedom in falling, hm? Kisame occupies himself with another long sip of tea as he considers that. To him, it sounds like removing choice and embracing the sense of powerlessness that follows. It doesn't sound like freedom; instead, it reminds him uncomfortably of his life in Kirigakure, and the false existence in which he was confined. Perhaps he'd feel differently if he weren't trapped in this safehouse. As it stands, he finds he can't relate.
Death is a constant specter in Kisame's life. He's not afraid of that inevitability, but he doesn't seek it out. He can't imagine leaving life and death so entirely to chance.
Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, Kisame's tone remains as amiable as ever as he says, ]
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Death is a constant specter in Kisame's life. He's not afraid of that inevitability, but he doesn't seek it out. He can't imagine leaving life and death so entirely to chance.
Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, Kisame's tone remains as amiable as ever as he says, ]
It sounds like quite the experience.