005 ▽ [video] ; January 4th (early morning)

[reverencing]

[To describe the way Ishida Mitsunari's eyes bore into the screen is a task easier said than done. Whether aware of the recording or not, the way his expression changes from stoic indifference to absolute vehemence is almost instantaneous as the realization of things begins to sink in. A steady growl builds in the back of his throat, his grip on

Comments

[reverencing]

[It was almost strange how the woman's words brought a feeling of comfort to him, some kind of solace in knowing that Magoichi nor the pirate thought any less of him for what he'd done - or rather, what he had managed to abstain from doing - here in Death City. While Ieyasu's continued existence outside the realm of this world angered him and continued to shame the great name of the Toyotomi, there was nothing that Mitsunari could do at this time. Nothing he could say could bring back Ieyasu - he could shout and growl, he could clench his teeth and tear at his skin but that would not bring his enemy back. Nor would it bring back Lord Hideyoshi.

He needed to be patient.

Leaning against the wall for support, Mitsunari slowly began to rise up to his feet. His head pressed against the surface, leaning a smear of red-orange against it from the blood that seeped from his forehead. He stays there and steadies himself. He is still angry, still filled with regret, sadness and disappointment - but he cannot dwell on that.

He needs to be patient.]

Guide me to the lavatory... I should clean these wounds.

[reverencing]

[There may not be dishonour but Mitsunari still feels he needs to retain a shred of his pride - even if his earlier display should have removed all dignity he once had. He allows her to keep her hand on his shoulder, letting her guide him towards the bathroom.

As they enter, he reaches over and flips on the light, moving away to sit on the lid of the toilet next to the sink. As he finds himself calming down from the previous high, the pain in his head is quickly growing. He leans down, resting his forehead against the cool edge of the sink.]