[So, so cool. He is fighting tool and nail not to probe for information about susano'o or Itachi's eyes. Apparently, he, too, has learned to fight against his own nature when it comes to Itachi; learning, all this time? Can't believe it.]

Eh... I've been through it a lot. Tough when it happens, but I can handle it now.

[After a moment, he shrugs, biting his lip and looking where the large beast had once been. The room is musty and quiet and safe, but it's easy to feel the pulse of a headache, remembered from the day he'd seen into their minds. His eye even throbs, that kind of phantom pain; he wouldn't be surprised if he saw double.]

... It's not Otachi's fault, anyway. She was created to be a weapon for beings who were too selfish to do the dirty work themselves, you know...? Literally created to fight or die for them. What else was she supposed to do?

It's all she'd ever known, so it was just... normal.

[And in that way, he seems almost mournful about it.

He admits:]

I was in her head before. I was in all their heads, while they were in mine. [The hivemind. Precursors, Kaiju, him. One big mixing bowl.] So. It gave me a lot to think about. I guess. I'm still trying to disentangle a lot of it.