Genma held his breath just a little longer than necessary. His lips tightened into a thin line, then he smiled grimly. He wished he hadn't said anything. Wished Raidou weren't so damned perceptive. He shook his head and sighed, forcing his shoulders to slump, his body to relax. "It's... It's you know. It's what it is. You've had missions go bad before. I mean, the whole not allowed off the locked ANBU ward, the having little Intel shadows, that's one of the things, I guess. When you come back from... Since we've been in enemy hands. They want to make sure we aren't compromised." The word sounded like a curse.

He jiggled his ankles against the footrests, shrugged his shoulder, not quite pulling away from Raidou. And Raidou didn't let go. Genma's second sigh was more honest. More an expression of relief.

"They won't give us beer, that's for sure. Even if we weren't medicated sixteen ways to Sunday. Although the meds are part of it, too. They have this thing. This protocol. CTI Protocol. Captured-Tortured-Interrogated. Makes it sound so... so I don't know. So clean, you know?" He looked up at Raidou, searching for understanding.

"It's dirty. As dirty as it gets. I'm really sorry I--" He broke off, couldn't say the words. Sorry I let it happen to you.