[Mitsuhide bows his head a fraction, and then smiles in a sad but deeply genuine way.]

My Lord, I have been worrying over you since we were but young boys. Perhaps as early as our very first meeting.

[And that's the truth of it. Even before the memories of Lord Motochika's suffering at Yamazaki were lodged firmly in his heart, Mitsuhide had worried and done so pretty much constantly. His lover was bold and confident, a force of nature, but that left him open in many ways to injury and danger as far as Mitsuhide was concerned.]

[This... this worries him for very different reasons, but it's still the same feeling Mitsuhide has always known.]

I don't think I shall ever be able to stop.