As Kaida spoke, Itachi's face gradually became more and more red. It had been enough that Jaela had spent time in a dungeon to begin with. He'd even let it go, knowing that she was the way she was because of it. It had made her stronger. She was better for it.
But this...that song. He'd heard echoes of it, still under the effects of whatever they'd drugged him with when they were in the Adela dungeons. She sang it there, in the dungeon. And she sang it here, too.
And it was from her father. That struck a major nerve in him. Jaela had said before, she'd, 'never known' her parents.
He knew different, now. She knew them, once upon a time. Those memories had just been tortured out of her.
"Her father....." he muttered, more to himself than as a part of the conversation.
He shot up, standing so fast the chair flew backward. He found his hand had flown to one of the combat knives on his belt.
He couldn't believe this woman. To put someone under duress, to unlock their potential. That was one thing....to torture someone so hard as to destroy memory? That was something else.
When he spoke, his voice sounded feral, forced between grit teeth.
"Her fucking father. Do you realize she doesn't even remember her parents? Because of what you did to her?"
He looked up at her, his jade eyes absolutely on fire.
"And where's her father now, Kaida? Hmm? You'd better fucking hope he's dead, and you so graciously saved her from starving to death. Because if I find out otherwise?"
He ripped the combat knife from it's sheath, and slammed it into the table, the blade buried all the way into the wood.
"The other one of these will go into your fucking head, this Godsdamn job be thrown to the fucking abyss. You wanna talk about torture? You're talking to the wrong fucking person. You wanna talk about parents? Same fucking deal."
He grabbed the tray of food in front of him, spilling some of it onto the ruined table, and began walking away.
"Conversation over."
