“Did you stab me?”
The blood is pouring out of the gouge mark in his neck in a quick slurry, and if he was mortal he’d be more than concerned, but he isn’t. Hidan will live through it, and because of that all he can focus on is the pain. It isn’t so bad at first, a similar feeling to a really deep paper cut, but then it’s gnawing and all his nerve endings scream in protest at something very very wrong, never recognizing his inability to die. If he wasn’t so used to it, he’d scream and scream and never stop, but this is almost normal, and (sadly) not the worse pain he’s experienced.
Instead his hand is tight around his throat in a weak ass attempt to stop the loss of blood, and all he can do is shout and stare, speech greatly slurred.
“Why did you stab me? Why the fuck would you stab me? In the throat too—
why would you do that?” He ends in a elongated whine, sounding much like a child that didn’t get their way than a man who should’ve been dying.