[Nobunaga's darkness, and his touch, wash over Ranmaru like the comforting waters of a hot spring. The loss of it always hits him greatly; having lived most of his life in its presence, and been guided through the troubled times with it at his side, having it vanish is a terrifying prospect for him.]

I am ashamed that I was not at your side when the disaster occurred, my Lord.

[He does not draw back, of course, but closes his eyes briefly to show his sincerity in this matter.]

This samurai shall not dishonour himself in such a way again!