[Motochika is beginning to think that Mitsuhide is right -- it's not just his stomach, but his gut that is churning worryingly. He pushes off of the railing, momentarily closing his eyes, before he leans a little into Mitsuhide's support.]
Let us go inside. [He says calmly, but soberly. Shipwide morale is a concern.] I will need that bucket.
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Let us go inside. [He says calmly, but soberly. Shipwide morale is a concern.] I will need that bucket.