He observes, silently. Many thoughts running through his mind. If she wanted to look out for him she would have respected his privacy and his ability to critically determine who was and wasn't worth his energy but that's a conversation for them both to have later when the time is more appropriate. He chooses not to comment on anything further surrounding the topic for now.

"It did," Tobirama confirms. "To push someone like Hashirama that far is quite a feat, and telling of Madara's level of madness." Still, in the end he was thankful they made their peace. For Hashirama's sake. He loved that man deeply and to be driven to kill those you care for is not easy on the heart. Though his elder brother was incredibly resilient the weight of such a task was something Tobirama could pick up on easily.

"In his way, though, Madara did want the same as us. He just went, as you say about 'things', sideways." And Tobirama knew that he would. His chakra always felt off even when he was young. Those who say it's nurture not nature that carves a person were wrong. As often as it was that the situation and life carved a person, sometimes they're just born wrong. "But to obtain praise from others has never been my motive or driving interest. I have a reputation back home, apparently and I'm annoyed by some things history puts on me but if people want to pass blame onto me that's their prerogative."

He knows who he is, what he does, and the purpose behind it.