"I... slit her throat?" And suddenly it was the most real flashback... no it was actually reliving the situation. The dead jounin on the floor, the slick of blood washed across the worn floorboards, the sunshine yellow silk of the little girl's kimono soaking up red where the too-long hem dragged the floor around her feet.
Genma stood there, blood-slicked katana in hand, cat-faced ANBU mask hiding his face, so that the little girl, when she turned her terrified, brilliant orange eyes to him, called him Neko-san. "Please, Neko-san, don't hurt my daddy."
And Genma carefully wiped his blade clean, resheathed it, and then with all the careful precision and cool detachment expected of Konoha's Black Ops assassins, he pierced her neck with three senbon, stopped her beating heart, her breath, her brain. He pulled out the knife to cut out her eyes...
Leaning over his knees, sitting next to Luci on that gallows, Genma vomited the sweet tea and a hundred things more foul.