[That second question takes Yoshitsugu back to a night many years ago; a memory that involves teasing Mitsunari and Takatora is not exactly unusual, but what makes this stand out to him is the thoughts he'd been left with afterwards. The regret of only being one, not two, and choosing to 'divide' himself in order to ensure both of his treasured friends could have a part of him. For Mitsunari, his life, and for Takatora? Not his face, but something a little more profound.]
[Neither of said friends actually knew about that decision, however.]
You are a hopeless idiot, Takatora. [Yoshitsugu says, sounding unusually thoughtful for a brief moment before it fades away.] But it seems that for now, at least, this really is for you alone.
[His eyes slide shut again in response to that touch. Somehow this ridiculous conversation has taken on a note of softness.]
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[Neither of said friends actually knew about that decision, however.]
You are a hopeless idiot, Takatora. [Yoshitsugu says, sounding unusually thoughtful for a brief moment before it fades away.] But it seems that for now, at least, this really is for you alone.
[His eyes slide shut again in response to that touch. Somehow this ridiculous conversation has taken on a note of softness.]