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Tobirama's head is swimming with overlapping memories as he tries to match his life before Izuna found him with the life he led after.
It's a confusing dizzying whirl, but the dark eyes of his rival are steady and Tobirama meets them without fear.
The worst day of his life had been shoved into his head, someone else's actions and emotions forced onto him, into him, until he didn't know where he stopped and they began. To look down at the hands which killed Itama as if they were his own hands, to feel the triumph and bloodlust of the man who killed his brother as if they were his own emotions... the genjutsu had been so awful and horrifying that he'd fled into his own mind to escape it.
But even in that state - even when he'd known no one else, not even himself - he'd remembered Izuna.
No, he'll never fear his rival again.
"Anija." He reaches out, grateful when his brother falls weeping across his body, and holds onto his family, the family he nearly lost. "I'm home."
And he is.