[036] - [Voice]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide is making an attempt at sounding calm, but it's not working very well. He is grieving over a loss, fearing another loss will happen soon, and is confused as well.]

Those who befriended her should know that Gracia has returned home, as is right.

[A pause.]Every time one of us who wishes to return home does so, it's a good thing. But I

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[countrybeloved]

[... Gracia too, huh.]

I see. Thank you for informing us.

[wavesoakedlegs]

Do not thank me. It was necessary. She would not want her friends to wonder for any length of time.

[redcloakedthief]

...I'm aware it doesn't help, but I'm sorry anyway.

[...Having just lost and regained Saya, he...knows. How it hurts.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

Regardless, it is kind of you to say.

[His voice wavers a little.]

Even small comforts are welcome, even if they cannot do much to heal.

[ceruleanvices]

...I'm sorry.

[wavesoakedlegs]

[All he can think to say, really, is:]

Thank you.

action;

[behisstrength]

[Motochika doesn't bother to knock on the door to Mitsuhide's room before he enters -- he simply strides straight in. Motochika knows that the last thing Mitsuhide will do is rest under these circumstances.]

action onwards;

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide is laying on his bed, but he is indeed not asleep. He is, instead, staring at the ceiling, hair a loose mess around him. When Motochika enters he doesn't move. He just says, in a quiet voice:]

Lord Motochika.

[behisstrength]

[Motochika walks over to the bed and sits upon the edge of the mattress, angled inwards. He extends a hand and leans to stroke Mitsuhide's cheek.]

How do you feel, Mitsuhide?

[wavesoakedlegs]

As you might expect.

[His eyes close for a brief moment at the the touch; when they open again, his gaze settles on Motochika. He says nothing for a moment before continuing.]

Sad. Afraid. Utterly selfish.

[There is little point in lying about it.]

[dystopiadreams]

Gracia's gone too?

*Sad face Selphie - and she doesn't even know yet about who Gracia is in relation to him!*

Once you've rested...I can come visit you.

*Regardless of who Gracia was to him, it was apparent that he was upset*

[wavesoakedlegs]

Yes. She has returned home, where she belongs.

[His tone gains a little warmth, though the sadness does not go anywhere.]

If you would come visit me later, I would not turn you away. Isolating myself will not do me any good. Thank you.

[action!]

[dystopiadreams]

*Selphie soon shows up at his home, carrying a basket full of blue and purple flowers. They take up her whole arm span so it's with extreme difficulty that she knocks on the door*

[action onwards]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[About half a minute later, Mitsuhide opens the door. His hair is unbound, his clothing as casual as it can get. Normally he would smarten himself up when visitors came, but these were... unusual circumstances. Painful ones.]

Miss Selphie.

[He manages a small smile for her, eyes flickering to the basket. Blue and purple; his favourite colours.]

Your flowers look beautiful. I hope carrying them did not prove too much of an inconvenience?