[He doesn't know her. That is made ever clearer when she gets close and observes him; the young woman is not a member of his family, at least not that he knows of. But she recognises him easily; has seen his face in the light of the fire and still declared him 'father.' Everything about her face and body language speaks of honesty and hope and absolute devotion. Mitsuhide begins to tremble a little, confused and completely unsure of what he should do.]
I am not... I am not Akechi Mitsuhide.
[He shakes his head and closes his eyes. What is going on? What is the magic that crafted this world doing to its stolen people?]
This man has no name of his own, and is naught but a hermit. My Lady, look more closely at my face. I cannot be your father; I am not old enough to have a child of your age.
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[He doesn't know her. That is made ever clearer when she gets close and observes him; the young woman is not a member of his family, at least not that he knows of. But she recognises him easily; has seen his face in the light of the fire and still declared him 'father.' Everything about her face and body language speaks of honesty and hope and absolute devotion. Mitsuhide begins to tremble a little, confused and completely unsure of what he should do.]
I am not... I am not Akechi Mitsuhide.
[He shakes his head and closes his eyes. What is going on? What is the magic that crafted this world doing to its stolen people?]
This man has no name of his own, and is naught but a hermit. My Lady, look more closely at my face. I cannot be your father; I am not old enough to have a child of your age.