Kimimaro can't see, but he doesn't have to see what the dark room has to offer. Footsteps, silence, equipment being moved, the touch…

These hands are different; they do not belong to Kabuto.

He remembers these hands, the touch, the way they move, the way they seep away your own warmth to warm themselves.

These are the hands of God.

"Orochimaru-sama," he whispers and smiles an unseen smile.