From his sitted position, he could hear the reaction of the others whom were in the bubble as he thought of it around himself. He knew that people had various reactions to tragedy, the whole 3rd war had opened his eyes to such thing. He glance over as he noticed the young girl kick the older boy in an area which most likely hurt a whole lot. He said nothing, cause he could tell that the young male most likely earned the kick though his actions prior to that moment.<br/><br/>"A thousand," he said idly as he processed the information about the number. There was a dehumanizing effect of such a large number to outsiders to people from areas no Konoha. Yet, he knew that to this village each number represented a father,mother, cousin, son, and daughter. He knew that some would be from his clan as well. He also knew the effects of this on the village, it would cause people to have to advance in rank prematurely to fill vacant spots which were left open, in some cases. He was sure the genius Uchiha, would be one such case, not that he wasn't going to advance, but his advance would be faster then other wise.<br/><br/>"That is a interesting way of thinking of it, youngster," he said in a muse, "to think of the good, and the fun, a good way to look at it, something, I doubt many will look at this event like, mostly due to the fact they passed on so early, some of them, but a interesting outlook. People try to hold on to the pass, and I think that is there way to not let go, where as your way tends to do the opposite and help let a person go," he mused.<br/><br/>Of course for him, himself, he knew he couldn't let go of the lose, mostly dealing with Obito and his death, and to a degree his father as well. Maybe someday he would get to the point where he could let go of their memories, but that day wasn't coming any time soon. He would live his life as a tribute to the things Obito had said and lived his life by.