Laughing. He was laughing at her! He couldn't just state his opinions and have Kami accept them. Nor would she wholeheartedly belief anything this man said. After all, she had watched him apathetically harm children. Kami rolled her eyes. If he was here, basically pinning her to the wall, how did he expect her to act? Yes, sensei? Whatever you say, sensei? No. Kami would observe his actions and take note of his words. She was going to take everything he said with a grain of salt. There were probably truth behind his words. Hayato had experience another part of the war that Kami hadn't. Although Kami was almost certain Hayato hadn't experienced the part of the war that Kami had. 

"Did," Kami stated, poking Hayato in the chest again. "I ever said it was black and white? Everyone knows rumors and stories about his lover. Everyone knows Sai was a good man. And there were factors. There are always factors. But that doesn't change the outcome. People were dying and it wasn't right." She wasn't really arguing, just stating her opinion on the matter. Sai had an idea, a beautiful idea. However, life had corrupted him. As soon as he started a genocide, his beautiful idea had been defiled. "Sai had been a nice man, but nothing justifies genocide. Nothing justifies the death of [i]children[/i]." That was Kami's biggest Pet Peeve. The genocide had targeted innocent people, including children, and it was awful. People had to hide or change their names. Kami was one of the lucky ones. She was simply someone from a non-impressive clan that specialized in medical ninjustu. They were healers, not warriors. They had never been a threat to Sai or his reign. Kami's family, including her father who specialized in taijustu, had always been safe. Or safer than most anyway. Kami would never understand the horror and fear of hiding from certain death. But she had watched it, had seen the outcomes. Kami had never experienced that fear first hand but she had seen the outcome since she was little. Since she was a little child, she had seen the mangled bodies brought to her mother. And, eventually, bodies were eventually brought to Kami. It was an awful sight, but... Kami loved it. She loved being able to take a mangled body and make it into something that resembled a human again. She loved watching that person awake; she loved watching them heal.

Kami's hand flattened out, over Hayato's chest. His personality was off but, as Kami had seen from all people from similar situations to Hayato, that was common in someone who had experienced such trauma. She sighed. No amount of pain or fear could justify how Hayato acted, but Kami could understand the trauma. She suspected PTSD. However she highly doubted Hayato would be the type of person to volunteer for counseling or psychology evaluation. "I'm not saying Sai deserved it. You can add up all the good he did and all the evil he did and never know if he really deserved it." Gently, Kami tried to push Hayato away. "I just think it was necessary, at the end. I think Sai realized it too." Kami hadn't experienced Sai's death or witnessed it. But this was now part of their history. And as Kami did with most things that intrigued her, she had studied it and forcible interviewed anyone she could get her hands on.