"It may be presumptuous of me to say this, Lord Aburame, and please correct me if I misunderstand, but it's been my impression that one of the Aburame Clan's distinguishing traits is its clear-eyed pragmatism. It's obvious when I think back to whichever of your honoured ancestors first did what everyone else considered unthinkable, and invited insects to live in their body, a move which benefited both parties enormously. It's not that I am proposing your candidacy as Hokage, though maybe under other circumstances I would, but I think if it was you in Mist right now as the Fifth, you would want to be judged by your success or failure—if you succeeded, that would be proof enough that you had what it took, and if you failed, then you would accept the consequences without excuses."
[...]
The coin landed on its edge, spun wildly…
"Against."
Hyūga's façade of aristocratic disdain shattered. He stared at Aburame, aghast, and Mari could see the force of will it took for him not to interrupt the voting with an exclamation.
Mari gave Hyūga her sweetest smile. "Against."
"You've already waived your right to vote, Gōketsu," Hyūga snapped with barely-repressed fury.
"Not at all," Mari said. "I told you I was going to defer to the wisdom of Lord Aburame, and that is exactly what I'm doing. He voted against, so I voted against. I hope to continue receiving his guidance in the future." She gave Aburame a respectful nod.