"Don't say it like it's so easy!" Madara snapped, turning away, only to be caught by an arm around his waist; he twisted to slip it, and found his own motion turned against him, bringing him back in a dizzying whirl leave him pinned flat on the futon with his lover kneeling over him.

"I will survive this war," Tobirama said fiercely, eyes brilliant and narrow, grip tight, "and so will your obnoxious brother, and so will you, saiai. We will come out of this alive and bring this idiocy to an end."

Madara's breath hitched, but he found it almost impossible to disbelieve Tobirama when he spoke like that, his chakra wild like the ferocity of a leashed storm and his voice as sure as though the world itself would bow to his will.