[That drags him a few steps toward reality. He moves the pillow enough to look at him from under it. It makes him remember another kid trying to talk to him while he was trying to sleep. For once, the aggressive, assholish edge goes out of his voice.]

Look, kid. Where I come from, a preteen wanting to grow up to be a warlord isn't a good thing.

You knew Obito, didn't you? Can you really see that kid being a mass murderer?