Hashirama was an emotional man, some might say the complete opposite of Tobirama, but he's never seen his elder brother cry like that before when they reached Itama just a moment too late. He'll never get that image out of his head. Cradling their younger brother as the light faded out and he just stood there, useless.

Itama had the potential to be a great Shinobi, too. They both did and if Kawarama hadn't been taken at such a young age perhaps they'd have seen more of that potential. Learning how to kill as soon as they could walk. Though Yondu was right in that such a thing was far too normal. His head nodding slight for but a moment. In his own world and, it seemed, in Yondu's as well. It was pathetic as far as Tobirama was concerned. Sending children out on the behest of the experienced just to claim a kill. No honor, unlike what his father believed.

There's a moment or two after the other man's question. He takes another sip of his tea and brings his attention back to those similar red eyes. "What has Mito told you?"