"You don't think they might be illusions, programmed to be that way to make us pity them and keep them happy?" Sasuke snarled, hand on the hilt of the sword. The body under him stirred and he kicked it again. "Have you considered that killing whoever brought us here might send us back? Maybe that's what we're supposed to do."

Another kick. There was a groan this time. "And it's funny. The village elders didn't seem to give a fuck that my family, real flesh and blood, worried about each other and fought with each other and loved each other, and they decided it was up to them whether or not we were butchered like livestock."