If you hurt him, I swear I will make you pay. [There is venom in his words, a glimpse at the rage and anguish he tries so hard to forget.
It is brief, however; Utsusemimaru's legs buckle as dizzying pain swarms over him. He pulls the knife out of his stomach before it can do any further damage, and immediately presses his other hand against the wound, now bleeding freely without the knife to stopper it.]