"Don't know?" Madara paused, blinking back over to him. "You mean stuff like light amnesia?" it wouldn't be surprising that the smallest thing could just set him off, as weak as he appeared.

"Well.... guess we're gonna have to hope Father is feeling generous.. People that can't fight aren't worth much, plus, there--" he suddenly stopped, a sharp hiss escaping him as the blade moved just a little into the wound, air making contact with raw flesh. "..darn it..."