[ and his hand doesn't pass through him. Through Motonari's clothes and his own gloves, Yukimura can't quite feel the warmth of his body - but he feels him, present and solid, and his vision immediately blurs from tears. ] Lord Mouri...!!! [ He doesn't know how he could've survived. He'd heard what happened - that fateful battle with Chosokabe. But the fact that he's here, breathing, is an absolute miracle.

Yukimura takes a deep, shaky breath. Drops his hand back to his side. And throws himself down at Motonari's feet, face half-buried in the sand. ]

Forgive me, my lord, for straying from your side! I should have hastened my return to you - then you-- I--! [ His voice cracks, and he has to stop for a moment to just breathe. ] I, Sanada Genjirou Yukimura, have failed you...!