Motochika recognised the voice as Mitsuhide's before the mask came off. He stilled his hands and lowered both his shamisen and bachi.
Motochika closed the distance between them immediately.
His eyes roamed over Mitsuhide as he moved. His mind grew turbulent as he absorbed his friend's state. The cloak was understandable, but the mask -- when had Mitsuhide ever concealed his face so? Even after Honnōji Mitsuhide had not obscured his indentity, despite the threat of retribution.
'Mitsuhide was alone in his time of weakness,' he thought, grim.
He recalled too well the impact of Mitsuhide's despair following their rebellion. Already this felt worse. Mitsuhide looked at him as though he was a ghost, and Mitsuhide's tone...
It was directed at him.
Motochika had vowed to be Mitsuhide's strength when his friend wavered, and fate had forced them apart. There were consequences.
When he stopped directly before Mitsuhide, his gaze was sombre, searching -- yet Motochika did not surpress the familiar joy that their proximity rose in him.
"It is good to see you, my friend," he said warmly.
Reunited with Mitsuhide, profound relief washed through Motochika and with it an accompanying wave of conviction. Whatever Mitsuhide had suffered during their separation they would face together.
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Motochika closed the distance between them immediately.
His eyes roamed over Mitsuhide as he moved. His mind grew turbulent as he absorbed his friend's state. The cloak was understandable, but the mask -- when had Mitsuhide ever concealed his face so? Even after Honnōji Mitsuhide had not obscured his indentity, despite the threat of retribution.
'Mitsuhide was alone in his time of weakness,' he thought, grim.
He recalled too well the impact of Mitsuhide's despair following their rebellion. Already this felt worse. Mitsuhide looked at him as though he was a ghost, and Mitsuhide's tone...
It was directed at him.
Motochika had vowed to be Mitsuhide's strength when his friend wavered, and fate had forced them apart. There were consequences.
When he stopped directly before Mitsuhide, his gaze was sombre, searching -- yet Motochika did not surpress the familiar joy that their proximity rose in him.
"It is good to see you, my friend," he said warmly.
Reunited with Mitsuhide, profound relief washed through Motochika and with it an accompanying wave of conviction. Whatever Mitsuhide had suffered during their separation they would face together.