Marashi watched and starred at the council while he was morphed into the ceiling. His eyes watching, recording everything that went down. Being a zetsu gave him many advantages. His chakra could only be sensed by the one who creates him which made him the perfect spy. He found the fusing entertaining to him and it gave him some amusement. All he wanted was for the council to make their decision so he could leave this place. The snow wasn't something he liked and staying wasn't on his mind. He thought about how tasty their chakra would be if he got his hands on it but that wasn't the task. He was to spy, not kill...for now.