[ Her smile disappears slowly, and her expression of joy changes to that of similar confusion. And fear. She hasn't really comprehended that he may be a different father, considering how his appearance hasn't changed much at all. Youth? Sure, he had a youthful face, maybe too young to have a daughter as old as her....but she's her Father. And as soon as that registered, Gracia had nothing more to consider. Nothing else mattered.

But to hear this from him, her savior? No. Something was wrong. She shakes her head and steps away from him. ]

A hermit? No, Father, what are you talking about? I don't...I don't understand. [ She looks away, her hands gripping her shirt. ] You're definitely my Father. Akechi - Akechi Mitsuhide. [ She repeats it more to herself, rather than as a response to him. ]

You're him! I don't believe that you're not! Don't lie, please! Father...[ Gracia's anguish is clear. When she comes close again, she tries reaching out to him, hoping he'd see reason. Honestly, what was happening? That's not the welcome she was hoping to receive from him at all. ]