Broken minds and twisted bones [Continued Elsewhere]

Can revenge heal a broken mind?

KARMA POV

"You think we should... pay them a visit?" After I said that, Nagisa stared at me in disbelief. It seemed he was trying to think of what to say, so I was patient and have him time.
After awhile, he took a deep breath and nodded. "I think we should." I smiled and stood, reaching a hand out to help him stand.  He took it and stood slowly,  almost falling at one point,  only to grab my shirt to keep his balance.
    After he got his balance, I took him to my room and set him on my bed. He looked a bit confused. "What are w-we doing in here..?" I looked back at him and smiled, gesturing at his dirty,  blood stained and ripped clothes.
    "We can't take revenge with you looking like that, now can we?" I forced a breathy laugh,  trying to lighten the mood.  It maybe worked a bit,  because I saw Nagisa smile slightly as he fidgeted with his fingers,  tearing off a bit of skin. I didn't do anything, I knew he might've done something worse if I made him stop,  so I let him be.
    I rummaged through my closet looking for clothes small enough for Nagisa's frail figure.  Finally, I found a small sweatshirt and slacks that he could wear.  They were a little large,  but it would have to do.
     I handed him the clothes and told him to change, but he froze. "What's wrong," I asked.  He looked up at me,  big eyes filled with mixed emotions.
    "U-Uh... what about my... s-scars..?" I flinched,  though it was barely noticeable.  "Change in here, I wanna see what that bitch did to you." My tone darkened as Nagisa started stripping.
    He slowly removed his shirt,  revealing countless scars on his top half,  some old,  some brand new. I stared in disbelief as Nagisa tried to cover himself with his arms.
    I was beyond pissed with his mother,  but I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I then smiled a sincere smile,  facing Nagisa.
    "I'm going to fucking murder your mother, " I said, continuing to smile.  What? I never said it was a smile of happiness,  more like my sadist side showing itself.
     Surprisingly,  Nagisa allowed a small laugh to escape his mouth.  It was so cute.  He held the clothes in his hands,  looking down into his lap.
    "C'mon Nagisa," I started. "Get dressed and I'll call those traitors over."