Imagine a culture where this was measured in training and not abuse. He'd tried to make such a thing but... like all systems seem to, it eventually became just as corrupt and violent as the times before such structures. Four great wars and hundreds of years later. Maybe, finally, now.

Thoughts that stopped with the sharp redirection of Yondu's head. An interesting and curious response though as the man spoke he understood that quite a lot was the answer to his question. What brought this entire situation into what it'd become was a whole other curiosity but what's done is done. Though she was right. His heels would and will dig in.

A hum and a nod comes with 'some other stuff'. Edo Tensei, no doubt. Tobirama's eyes turn back to the candle. It's no secret in his world, either. His flaws, his failures, all well documented. Why, though. That conversation will have to happen some other time. As for right now? He stands, returning the thermos to its owner. "Well, then. You already know."