"The paper? Right. Somethin' low on green- makes sense considerin' the length of night. Originally had a rough woody pulp, so nothin' that grows real fast." Just an idle, useless observation.

Relationships are hard to judge when you come from a life where you've never been able to count on anyone. Tobirama's brand of intense loyalty feels utterly unfathomable to him, because in his world and experience no one is like that. It's striking. But maybe that's the difference a presence of love could make.

"Maybe," he doesn't argue with it. "Maybe not. Maybe kindness woulda meant someone found a way to fuck ya over easy. Hard to judge when your in charge of people what learned to kill first and ask questions later." Like he was. But rather than let him get too far gone in thought, he puts his hand on the strap of his bag to slow him down, not touching him directly but going about it in a sideways manner.

And he points up at the high roof of an old building, one that wasn't in the best shape, and one that would have a good view of the second day's festivities. "That's where I'm wantin' to go, by the way. I had been intendin' to get up there alone but if I got a chance for company..."

It's all blocked off and locked up, probably something they'll demolish later, but he doesn't care.

"I think that's what you're supposed to do."