"I can make a fire, but unless you mean the one that's not gonna bite me if I pick him up..." Kisame said, tone low. "Be better with a proper pyre,"
Body removals jutsus, besides being something kisame wasn't that good at, were rather. Burtal. There one second, gone the next didn't leave a lot of time for saying goodby, really. Least with a pyre you could tell yourself the spirit was going free.
Five years ago Kisame'd have thought that was bullshit but, fuck, on this island?
Safe's better than sorry, right?
***
Deathscythe played a dirge until they told him to knock it off.