Sarad suddenly feels sick to her stomach so she she turns to her right side and throw up, not much of actual sickness, more of nervously, anger and desperation. When she cleans her mouth with her sleeve "W-what make you think I’ll keep this… mistake?"
斑—- • Oh, he knew her so well. A wicked smirk appeared on his lips. "Because if you don’t… I will bring your precious Bolt to you, and kill him slowly. I’ll make him suffer so much that he will beg me to kill him; all in front of you.” Madara uncrossed his arms and stared at the young woman. “Your choice, princess.”