[He's quiet for a few seconds, biting his tongue while trying to figure out how he wants to word this. And even though he's watching her, all he can see is the war. Those men under his orders, who died when the Gedo Mazo went on its rampage. The Mist-nin, who got his heart ripped out in front of him. Neji.
His palms begin to shake and sweat. He wipes them off discreetly under the table, then coughs into one hand to excuse the silence.]
There's a lot of people who have died, in the war...
[Again he pauses. For some reason, this seems like the more delicate thing to explain.]
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His palms begin to shake and sweat. He wipes them off discreetly under the table, then coughs into one hand to excuse the silence.]
There's a lot of people who have died, in the war...
[Again he pauses. For some reason, this seems like the more delicate thing to explain.]