"What happens when you get out?"

His knack for zeroing in on what the person probably wants to least consider is clearly still strong. Without a thought, he reaches out to touch pale fingers to Yamato's forearm, running over the blood vessels that lifted against the surface there, and the chakra that skimmed along those pathways, it's own energy current.

He looked up at Yamato, dark eyes still holding the question, clearly concerned what would be happening to the other man.