Madara freezes in horror, staring at the figure laughing as Konoha forces are laid out bloody before him; he is all but unscathed, save for the pale flesh of one arm that looks unreal and the- the face growing from his chest, unfortunately well recognisable, and he laughs with mad abandon, impossible Rinnegan eyes darting. "This- This is me." Madara says in a choked tone, wishing it was less obvious, wishing it wasn't true, wishing that-

"It is not," Tobirama says firmly, dragging his head around with both hands framing his face, "it is not and it never will be; this world will never happen, we will be sure of it." he promises. "Let go of the chakra feed, come home," he coaxes, thumbs stroking Madara's cheeks, "we will make sure this future never comes to pass."