Yondu brushes away the collected frozen dampness in puffs of blue light, clearing a spot to sit as he turns his attention from the pretty view that's Tobirama to the pretty view that's the setting below them, or the occasional lights sparking off in the sky. Jovial sounds carry softly up, the shrillness filtered out of them by distance so all that's left are the hints of joy (okay, and that one guard swearing 'Fine, I'll get it myself!').

"Sounds real nice. Like a place a lot like where I was born. Lookin' at somewhere an' dreamin' about a future is a feat bigger than most I met can pull. You could tell me every trick he could pull and I'd believe your brother was a strong man for just bein' able to do that alone." Because Yondu can only see the now in a place. He can love it for the now. He can love a person for their now. But a future? Might as well promise him a visit from the tooth fairy.

Hashirama had some kind of skill that felt nigh on impossible, he'd seen very few accomplish it. He knows that it was something Stakar was capable of. He knows it was something Peter was capable of. Yondu best existed as support.

"How often did you go up there?"