"...someone... do something." Butsuma did not even want to try moving at this point. "Do something! I don't care who!" his voice did not even sound like his own. One hand was still on the handle of the katana that he had driven through his enemy, and in his other... the weapon that had slid too magnificently into his son.

"Why isn't anyone moving!?" he yelled into the still battlefield.
With his single eye, Tajima could see the tremor of life within the young Senju, thinking that the same could certainly be seen in himself.
"..these. may be my last words.." he could feel a little hand claiming his, its grip somehow reassuring, as if... telling him to hold on, and maybe telling him that if he did pass away, he wouldn't be alone. "...as.. the Head of.. the Uchiha clan I..." he coughed again, wheezing. "...I demand... that you bring... parchment.."

Hurriedly, Butsuma produced a scroll, trembling.
Having let go of the tanto, he reached over, dipping fingers in his own blood, and drew a symbol that looked like a leaf, then signed his name. He could do nothing more than draw that symbol. He did not expect to have long to be awake.
"..peace... treaty.." Tajima's voice was weak, but he had to see this. "....please..."