Renji was still breathing, but for now was unmoving.
Madara could feel his eyes burning with something unknown. He had never felt anything as powerful before and it scared him. "Izuna... you're the only one that ever mattered to me." he held his brother tightly, shaking with sobs himself. They were both probably trying to pick up their mutual pieces in the wake of this unforeseeable tragedy. How much he wished to turn back time...

"Then your instructions were not specific enough and failed to provide me with what I desired." Tajima's eyes narrowed, no regret behind them. "Grief? Guilt? Agony? Laughable. Should it protect my clan, I will gladly take them in exchange for power." but in this case, the exchange went wrong, and both his boys were a broken mess. "They are now in possession of a weapon they cannot use, much like a wooden sword instead of a katana."