Akechi...Mitsuhide... [He doesn't have much recollection of the man himself, but he has a pretty clear mental image of the crazy bastard from other people's stories, and he wasn't this sort of crazy bastard. As nonsensical as this man's words were, he felt them deeply, and Motochika has seen enough of that sort of grief, felt enough of that sort of grief, to not just brush it aside as the words of a madman. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his better judgment (which sounds suspiciously female and pissy) demands that he think this through. He can almost feel the sore spot on his head where Sayaka walloped him last.]
Um...
[But that means thinking, and unless it's one of his engineering projects, thinking isn't something he much enjoys. That spot on his head throbs again.]
Mōri Motonari. Tell me of him. [It was that bastard's fault the last time. Let's blame him again.]
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Um...
[But that means thinking, and unless it's one of his engineering projects, thinking isn't something he much enjoys. That spot on his head throbs again.]
Mōri Motonari. Tell me of him. [It was that bastard's fault the last time. Let's blame him again.]