[Her hand slips away from his knee as his eyes do, and she balls it into a fist in her lap.

She looks shocked at those words, figures she should be used to it now because a few people have said as such. Eventually a blush takes hold and she plucks at her wristband, frustrated.]

I'm not. He's much easier to get along with, I think. He's much more like his dad.

Minato said once that we're a family of shinobi. I'm doing this because I think if we just listen a bit more to others, try to do something more than just fight then maybe something else, something better will come from it. I don't know. It's worth a try.

And it wasn't all fake. Most of it was, it's true, but I think some of it was real too. [It's just hard to forget he's killed a lot of people. She stops and shoots him an awkward smile.]

You're the one supposed to be talking, not me.