He exhales, thinking about that situation. Tobirama himself had lost many people in his life, found people he cared about in disgraced and discarded positions as if their life was meaningless and disposable. He's never experienced something like what Yondu had, though. To watch, to be helpless, to know the people you lead turned on you.

He imagines, briefly, how it must have felt. For Yondu, for Sasuke. Sure, he had his bias, but he'd never -- he'd never support what Sarutobi and Danzou had done. Fingers clench, angered just by the thought of it. "You've known him long?"