Orochimaru felt something he hadn't felt in a long, long time, under the arrogance, and the indignation, and the overwhelming loathing of being reduced to this, a helpless body turning traitor against him, he felt fear. At some point, without his noticing, Kadaj had become... this.

He struggled against whatever force Kadaj was exerting as his tongue rolled out of his mouth, extending almost to its full length. He struggled, too, against the hand that slipped into his clothing, locating a kunai, gripping it to slice.

"Kadaj," he protested, his voice strained.

He got his answer when his arm moved, sharply, slicing his tongue off. Pain shot through Orochimaru, but Kadaj wouldn't even let him cry out with it. He could feel the sweat forming on his own brow as he fought against himself.