[Mitsuhide shakes his head, not knowing how to respond. Now is not the time to head into this discussion, not the time to dwell on the parts of his past that make his heart heavy. Already he can feel a wave of sadness washing over him.]
[So he continues like that confession had not been made.]
She was a great poet. I worked hard at my poetry for her sakes, in a way.
[He closes his eyes, focusing on warmer memories of her, and can see an image of his elegant mother with a scroll at her fingertips.]
action;
[Mitsuhide shakes his head, not knowing how to respond. Now is not the time to head into this discussion, not the time to dwell on the parts of his past that make his heart heavy. Already he can feel a wave of sadness washing over him.]
[So he continues like that confession had not been made.]
She was a great poet. I worked hard at my poetry for her sakes, in a way.
[He closes his eyes, focusing on warmer memories of her, and can see an image of his elegant mother with a scroll at her fingertips.]