"Dinner or breakfast. It's not that late. The decision shouldn't be too hard."

Shisui shrugs, hunching over as his elbows press into his knees. He doesn't even remember to check the tone of his voice. He doesn't ask Obito why he's sought him ought, aware that the reason would come out either way. Instead, he resorts to mulling quietly in the silence like he'd been doing before the Hokage had found him.

An old shadow seemed to color his expression, one that twisted him up inside with guilt. There were things he'd gone and done that just-- ...Obito needed to know.

Somebody needed to answer for the body count that didn't match up from that last mission.