He had to. He had to, he had to, he had to. Keep it together. He had to keep it together. For the most part Tobirama did a fairly good job at keeping it together. For it is the way things were. Fight, and fight, and fight some more. Sacrifice everything. Your life, your love, your mind. Change had come, and perhaps it wasn't how the world was now, but it was how his world had been. Hers, too.

Tobirama exhaled a nod. Yes, of course he noticed. "Is it a talk about it never, talk about it later, talk about it over a drink, or talk about it away from other people sort of envy and bitterness?."