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   “Perhaps so. No one ever said that you had to pity them. It’s.. just a noticeable trend, that’s all.” It wasn’t surprising that such a position could easily be taken by those with plenty of power and influence. In the end, though, how protective even that stance would be ...well, Atieno has seen many fall before and will continue to see many fall as they continue.

mada’s just gonna watch with popcorn, prolly

Points right at Madara. His first victim has been located. 

@obselene said “Don’t move, you’re bleeding.” || x . x 

          they’d only woken up seconds ago, and even if they’d desired to move, the dull, deep cutting pain across their chest was enough to keep them planted firmly on their back in the dirt. what had happened? who is this guy? why are they helping me--

        inosuke’s entire body gives a sharp spasm as they remember the demon they had been facing, as if trying to snap back into attack mode. the intensity of their wound keeps them from doing so, of course, by how they writhe for only a second more before settling down, reluctantly obeying the order they were given.

       the demon must have been taken care of by now then, but the realization that they’d been taken down by it before finishing it off themself was infuriating.

        Maybe the grandaddi is going to get laid. Lets see if that mood improves. Maybe he doesn’t have to listen to his anija’s sad sighs anymore after this.

….son?

“You sure about that?” Obito eyes him with heavy doubt in his gaze, clearly believing not a word. “‘Cause it doesn’t look like it to me.”

He pauses for a moment, hovering between ignoring him and actually helping, and after another few seconds of staring, he sighs and relents. If only because he still has a soft spot for old geezers, even if this one should be long dead and refuses to stop harassing him about his strange plans. When Madara gets on a tangent, like any other granny or grandpa, he can go on for hours. And trapped in this cave, Obito has nothing better to do but listen in between rehabilitation. That, or listen to Guruguru talk about defecation, and he’ll pass on that.

His right arm is somewhat stable, but probably not enough to shoulder any significant weight, so he props up the old man on his left side, easing him into a standing position.

“You don’t have to use the bathroom, do you?” He eyes the other Uchiha from the corner of his remaining eye with trepidation, hoping the answer is no. He’d suggested it in the beginning, but he didn’t actually want to deal with that… Way too awkward, especially with a man of legend (even if he was just any old rambling elder now). 

… Come to think of it, what did he do before Obito came? And all this time after? Maybe he’s like the Zetsu and Guruguru. Hopefully. He doesn’t want to think about the alternative. Ugh.

He holds him steady, carefully, in an awkward sort of embrace, Madara’s arm thrown over his left shoulder, and wonders. How in the world are they even going to go anywhere with those things sticking out of his back? It’s sort of creepy, but surrounded by artificial humans and his own messed-up body, he supposes he doesn’t really have room to talk.

Kakuzu crosses his arms, narrows his eyes, and frowns, displeasure and scorn obvious. He might have agreed---initial threat to his life aside---to this entire arrangement, but if Madara is expecting him to play nice and hold conversations with him outside of those that directly affect work, he has another thing coming. Still, he successfully keeps himself from outright scoffing in Madara’s face. Madara may not have Kakuzu’s respect, but Kakuzu, at the very least, is well aware of his position here; he values his life, and wisely stays within passable lines. 

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