Every trace of body language and expression had disappeared from Keiko's body. She was a puppet, her muscles and tendons pushed and pulled by a far-off hand made out of Ice. The sight was terrifying; he'd never seen her go this deep, even back in that room in Iron where she had barely come out of it.
"Keiko?" Noburi asked carefully. His hand twitched, saying loud as a shout how badly he wanted to reach out to her, how clearly he hoped that the touch of warm flesh would melt the Ice, but both he and Hazō knew better. "Come back, Keiko. You're scaring us."
Slowly, so very slowly and unwillingly, the fingers of the Ice unclenched from Keiko's soul and she became human once again. "Very well," she said, traces of frost still creeping through her tone. "We will permit Neji to redeem himself by becoming a loyal servant of the Gōketsu. I will be, as Yamamoto put it, 'hard man' during any necessary discussions; given the conversation we had earlier the option for me to be anything else has been foreclosed."