"He had an abundance of hope in the face of nothing but hostility," Tobirama crossed his arms and slipped his eyes from the other man to out beyond once more. "It was both his greatest strength and greatest weakness." Though he still thought his brother far better a Hokage than he had been. Tobirama could lead fine, but he best lead from a place in the shadows and preferred to work as a support. Even in ANBU, while technically its founder he still worked for and beneath the Hokage. That ultimate position on high really wasn't where someone like him belonged.

But, the second question shook something loose from the man. A breath leaving him. "Not as often as I should have." The Senju even turns, now, toward the other. Considers for a moment or two whether divulging was... appropriate, but. Why not? "This," a hand waved over the crowd, "is uncomfortable to me. This peace. I worked tirelessly to achieve it, bring prosperity and harmony to our village, but I worked."

There was a storm that resided in his veins, there always had been. Feet step from Yondu toward the edge. "I figured that peace could not be obtained, only maintained. I never took the time to really see our village. Not as much as I should have."