"A month?" He wanted to call bullshit. "You're kidding me."

Kiba had never been one for complex theories and crap, but his thoughts tended to be pretty black and white about what things he believed and what things he didn't. He could buy that their brains had been messed with. He didn't like it, but he could believe it. Brainwashing and the like was common enough, and he was sure there was some technique out there that could obliterate memories with a few precise hand-seals and a skilled practitioner. But what he couldn't believe was someone messing with the fabric of time--creating time paradoxes or whatever you wanted to call them. Sai not remembering past events? It didn't sit well with him, but it was something his mind could be coaxed to wrap around. But Sai being here for a month? That he found hard to believe. It was also difficult envisioning time just carrying on without them. Bunch of crap, that was. Someone would notice. Someone had to notice. If someone thought they could just try and copy...

"A month?" he repeated, not caring if he sounded like an idiot. "Fine. If it's been a freakin' month, then what the heck's been keeping you here?"

[ooc: I apologize for the late reply.]