madara's just gonna leaaaaaaaaan on minato. hello, he has missed you but has too much pride to say so.
The company is more than appreciated when the other returns, and he glances over at Madara. Studies the man whom had inspired Minato to push the boundaries of what he could do with his fuuinjutsu.
“Do you miss it? Your home.” And he’s not speaking of Konohagakure, he’s speaking of that turbulent era in which this man came from. The fires of the warring states, where men and women were forged in the fires of war, were made of iron and steel.
Where Madara’s dream originated from. Where his family had been.
Ink stained hands don’t pause in their work as he looks down, continues creating - pushing that boundary once more. ‘Where will this line be drawn’, he thinks at times. ‘When will it be too much?’
“I’ve found a stable matrix within the arrays of the seals. I can likely get you back to a certain point within that time. If you’d like.” Away from the world that wanted to hunt the both of them when they escaped from Konohagakure. Madara would have the freedom that they rarely have now, not having to worry about running. About spending his life in such a way, he would be free -
Of this future. Of Minato.