[That self righteousness. These assumptions. That single-minded fixation on some incredibly wonderful flawless person who can do no wrong. He knows two people like this, one of whom he likes well enough worries a bit how they're faring in his absence and the other of whom needs to take a long walk off a short pier and spare the rest of the world their nonsense. He'll be a generous man and give Mitsuhide the benefit of the doubt for now, but the prospect of tossing him in the ocean and being done with this is an attractive one.]

Spectral pirates, magic storms, men and women wrested from their lives and brought to a strange ocean and NOW you stop to think that maybe something is up? [It took him a while, but he's not going to say that. No one has to know.] I've said naught of this before, but you're nothing like the Mitsuhide I've heard tell of, more so even than I'm not like your precious Lord Motochika. He at least sounds like a stand-up fellow. I thought for a bit maybe you were trying to pull one over on me, but you're damn well married to those convictions of yours. [He scratches his head and continues to scowl. He's so close to putting this all together. Maybe.]