"I'm sorry for your loss." 'Course, his lil' apologizes n' condolences ain't bringin' yer lil' brother back from the dead n' oh- oh how it tore his poor ol' too big heart from the inside n' out n' back n' forth n' then forth n' back again at yer pain n' sufferin'. It was horrible n' the absolute last thing he wanted ta put ya through, 'cause ya'll are 'ppose to be friends, right? N' friends don't hurt each other, bein' so ruthless n' jus'... Killin' n' fightin' so freakin' fiercly n' have each others clansmen droppin' like flies on a dark n' gloomy n' oh so, so darn bloody battlefield too, yeah? But still- still... He does. N' he's so freakin' guilty of bein' that lil' golden boy for his darn clan n' runnin' 'round out 'ere killin' yer clansmen left n' right, over n' over n' over, n' sorry- a lil' sorry n' a pat on yer shoulder is probably the only thing Hashirama can give ya, if ya even want that- he ain't gonna force his very, very open n' ready arms on ya though- nah. S'not his style n' neither is holdin' centuries n' centuries ol' lil' petty grudges like those ol' coots did n' made everyone else suffer for it.

It was real darn stupid which is what it was- n' Hashirama wasn't gonna 'ere anyone else out on how yer clan- the Uchiha's, n' his so-called "foe", so what? Sure, some of them were most likely good people n' had their own lives outside of jus' fightin' ta, obviously, survive n' see the life of day again, he gets it, he really, really does n' Hashirama would much rather not be badgered n' picked at by the Elders ta jus' keep on fightin' if he could help it. But he can't, much ta the misfortune ta every freakin' one 'cept those lazy ol' coots who are jus' watchin' these children n' other elders alike fight n' die out 'ere.

S'jus' plain common at this point, fightin' n' hatin' each other for no reason n' actin' with lil' to no decorum at all n' it made Hashirama sick to his stomach. Jus' 'cause that meant he would ya boohooin' n' all hurt n' tired n' broken down for somethin' neither of ya'll want.