[Kisame grunts in acknowledgment as the knife pricks against the back of his neck, rolling his head to the side to get a look at Sasuke. There's a moment of frozen confusion, (Why are you so young? Where's your cloak? No, of course you're still this age. Why aren't you trying for the easy kill?) but it soon softens as he realizes how incredibly little it matters. Whatever he looks like, Sasuke is still Sasuke, isn't he?
And Sasuke is still pretty much holding a knife to his throat, but he finds himself profoundly unconcerned about that, too. He pushes himself onto his knees with some effort, hands still on the ground to brace himself; even that much movement is dizzying, and the surge of nausea is even worse than the lingering pain.]