It's not even choice. If he could choose to be different than what he was, he would. Its complicated, Tobirama thinks. More than it usually is for most people from his experience. Though he's never really talked about it with anyone outside of conversations like this and with Hashirama, who was likely the only person who knew the truth and not assumed it was just his stubbornness and dedication. Felt like wasted conversation when there were more important matters to discuss. He put his heart there for better or for worse -- in the village.

But this all aside, he sees that there's just... so much weight this man carries. Heavy, and he's not an empath but he thinks its pretty obvious all the same. A list of regrets the length of his arm.

"I try to find the answers of why things turned the way they did. Every student of mine becoming something, doing something, I'd never imagine. I'd never support." Apart from Danzou, Tobirama should have let him sacrifice himself that day but he just... couldn't. He knew, he knew long ago Danzou was a troubled child but his trust in Saru thought that maybe he could grow and learn. "Apparently history makes some bold claims to the person I was and am. I've had to do some unlearning, unpacking, but I know who I am Yondu and I always have. What I believe, represent, stand for."

He exhaled. "I hope you find that for yourself. As for this ridiculous deal, I firstly doubt she'd leave me be either way, and secondly you haven't asked yet."