[He tilts his head down so he can press his cheek against the top of his brother's head like he used to. His fingers curl into Mitsuzane's shirt, holding him protectively. He doesn't want his brother to hurt. Takatora doesn't want to be hurt either.]

... I know. I should have. I assumed. I assumed too much, that what I had planned for you was something you wanted or at least wouldn't mind. I was wrong. And that is why I apologized.