"What, you mean the contracts?" Zangetsu asks, someone incredulously. "I don't really think she cares about those anymore."

He pauses, putting his arms behind his head.

"I ain't a bettin' man. But if I had to lay money, I'd say she's probably feelin' pretty shitty right now. She's not totally unlike my master -- she wants to protect us, keep us safe. Then she goes an' gets herself captured, and worse -- used as a weapon against us." His tone is casual, but there's a touch of sadness, sympathy, in his eyes and expression. "I wouldn't be surprised if she'd bend over backwards to make sure we got what we wanted."