[Normally, Kisame wouldn't indulge in something so out and out crass as this, but.... well, it was the only thing that could properly convey his sentiments about the situation as a whole. Blowing out a long, frustrated sigh, Kisame runs a hand over his face, willing himself to regain his composure.]
Nine years. We've been partners for about nine years now, Itachi-san. I don't know how they did this to you, but.....
[But the look in his eyes promises swift and terrible retribution once he finds the culprits. By now, he's gotten rather protective of Itachi, through pure attachment and necessity. After all, you can't work with a sick partner without taking care of him a little, right?]
.....Nngh, the how isn't important right now, anyway. Where are you? It'd be better to meet up; I've been disarmed.