The Keres growls.

"Fortunately I'm at least a year older and rather dramatically more powerful than you. Do you have much leeway in twisting your head around to make you think you're following orders, or should I just kill you now?"

The Keres does not like this conversation or this situation.

Softly: "Darling, do you want to go somewhere else for a bit?"

"I'll just- be outside."

Hug.

"I'll take her straight to be resurrected, once I'm done."

The Keres goes outside.

And blows up some trees in interesting ways.

There's the sounds of a very, very quick fight.

And then silence, for a few long, long minutes.

Hisame steps out of the destroyed hideout when she returns, her younger self trailing quietly behind her.

"Is it done."

"Yeah," says the younger Hisame. "The orders are gone."

"Good."

"Did you - want to know what happened."

"Yes."

"Possibly not here. I wouldn't want all this to be overheard." She can explain Zetsu when Zetsu - or any of an array of people - isn't statistically likely to be spying.

"Let's go back to Ellayania."

And off they go.

"That world's one we'll need to move on soon - how old are you, actually?" Hisame asks her younger self.

"Turned sixteen a few months ago."

Closer to two years younger than the older Hisame, then.

"Then we have a bit over a year before it ended in my world, though it's close enough Zetsu might try to accelerate things - I'll explain all that later, though. I think for now we need your story." She glances at the Keres.

The Keres looks like she could use a hug.

Very tight hug, then, and tugging her girlfriend to a couch, gesturing so her younger self can sit across from them while Hisame and the Keres cuddle.

This helps.

"Your first question was who did this."

"My brother was the one who cast it."