Tobirama would be one of those people quite willing to stop short any physical destruction or flavorful words spoken in a place like this. It would take them less than half a minute to find their feet on grounds that were perfectly suited to scathing words and bursts of violence. Then again, he did break a wall in an old shrine once but to his bullshit excuse it was long since abandoned.

A heavy sigh leaves his lips. What the hell had all been said, he wonders now. Still, he has no desire to get into a place of heated conversation where he'd been remembering the people he'd lost. They deserved more respect than that. The people Yondu was remembering deserved more respect than that. So for now, he'll turn on the ball of his foot. "Find me when you want to continue this conversation."