[Before he answers all of those questions, Yukimura takes a sip of his tea too. It makes him feel better- enough so that he feels like he can press onwards, at least.]

... I knew the outcome of the battle. I had some assistance in finding out what to expect, but I--

[He sighed, shaking his head. Explaining it all was so complicated.]

I remember fighting the battle. I remember our losses, the fact that the enemy swarmed the walls, that there was no hope of escape. At least, that was what I had thought.

In the end, help did arrive, and some of us were able to withdraw to this very camp. There is a mystic here... who offered to take us back to the past, so that we could save our comrades.

And the blood-- [Suddenly there was a lump in his throat, and he wasn't sure if he could go on. But Saitou deserved to know.]

... it's yours.