There was a flicker of something that might be irritation, quickly swallowed back up by the fear, at the statement. This ninja didn't know; there was everything to be afraid of. Blood smeared on the ground and trees and him. Smoke and flames and ash, houses full of bodies burning down around him.

Juugo flinched and shuddered as Nagato took a step closer, drawing in on himself and managing to appear much smaller than he actually was. He took a step back, then another. He had to go. He had to get away, before-- He couldn't run; he'd be chased. But he had to get away.

"No. I-- I need to go."

He took another step back, shaking his head.