Tangled strings and dots that are not yet connected is what Satoru is left with as their conversation winds down into something quiet, subdued.

There was quite a lot that Satoru had managed to gain during this conversation, useful tidbits- no doubt, and something more that nags at his brain that he has no doubts he 'll untangle when given the time to sort through it all with a fine comb.

For now, he turns his gaze back to Uchiha Obito.

The curse stands next to him, gaze towards the towering, foreign landscape before his eyes. Uchiha Obito 's expression could be categorized as neutral, if not a slight bit somber to the casual observer- as is customary for all things involving Uchiha Obito.

But Satoru is not a casual observer.

He can see Uchiha Obito 's gaze, neutral- perhaps. But Satoru would categorize it moreso as grief- the kind that has been with someone for so long, that it has made its home upon their features.

Of course it is.