Please, do not worry about that. As I said, those wounds are old and the... magic of my world has failed to heal me already. I've learned to live with it. Ah, my thanks.

[Nagato gave as much as a formal bow he could do while sitting on his stump to the little girl who was enthusiastically trying to shove a branch (spiders included) in his face. It seemed to be the right size so the shinobi drew the kitchen knife he had hidden in his sleeve and started parring the stick with sharp flicks of his little blade, flicking the spiders away but setting a caterpillar down o little way away so the children could watch it.]

And yourself? You're one of the Called, aren't you? Settling down alright?