That woke Kakashi up. Something crunched and snapped; he looked down and realized his fingers were clenched too hard around the IV port in the back of his hand, breaking it. He jerked the needle out, tossing it and the line still attached to it onto the floor.

Across the room, very quietly, the clone sighed.

"You really are too stupid to live," Kakashi said flatly, meeting Ginta's fever-bright eyes. "This isn't a game. People are dead. I could tell you the exact number if you gave me a second to think. I killed most of them." Fucking with you, like a kiss that had cracked his head against a wall. An army of genjutsu'd men trying to drive a point through his skull, and missing the real one completely.

Kakashi killed people. And Ginta was too damn stupid to get away from ground zero.

Or he'd been in ANBU too long to care when he danced on cracking ice.

"Do you even get this?" Kakashi demanded, waving a hand that took in Ginta's shattered body from the hips down. His own masked face. "I'm not a prize; I'm the warning story, and you need to start listening."