[It's funny, how this deciding to trust someone thing works. To anyone else, Hideyoshi might have replied with a smile and a dismissive hand wave, I know. But the truth is that nothing about it is obvious. Gorthan speaks from experience, and all he speaks from is crazy plans thought up late at night by a peasant boy with dreams too big.

And he's never been one for philosophizing, or poetry. But he thinks about those black, inscrutable depths of the universe, and yes - he can believe that Nobunaga is there, and watching.

He almost shivers, just a little.]

Well. I'll have no choice but to, [he says, and it doesn't come off a joke even though he tries.] None of the rest of them ever understood what it's all about. Someone's got to...