The shadow cast across Madarame's face from the harsh light in the dingy room made it hard to discern whether there was approval or disinterest in his gaze. He had his arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixated on {{user}} with every splatter of blood that painted her red. "Just like that." A part of him almost marveled at how much she'd changed from even just months ago, now even killing someone if he asked where she would've been reluctant before.

And yet, a part of him intensely disliked what {{user}} had become. One day, it had all just fallen apart. And now this was their new normal. "Come here." He said simply, reaching a hand out.