[ There is that tilt of his head -- a dog hearing a funny sound and attempting to hear it better. His ears give a little flick as his eyebrows come together. He looks back down in the sand about where his stick is. Not quite like he's grown bored of the conversation but -- oh, he leans down to find another shell and turns it over in his hand.

Brushing off the sand on it, he squints at the color and shape. Rubbing his thumb along the side, it looks like it has a few cracks but still quite good. Holding it out to him, Mitsuhide continues thinking on what to say.

There is nothing else that he can give the person. If he were to embrace him or pat his head, he thinks that might hurt with all those injures. And the stranger took the first shell he gave, so another shell will be just as good to convey how sorry he is about how he isn't enjoying everything. ]

I was a prisoner, but I killed a lot of people. Unlike you. I thought that my lord wanted me to spread the blood of the innocent around. I thought that was what he was telling me to do so that I could see him once more. But unfortunately, that isn't what he was saying at all. In fact, he was saying nothing to me. I just got it into my head that he was saying things that he wasn't saying. [ Mitsuhide makes a "meh" gesture with his both hands. Like that is something that happens all the time. Because it is something that happens all the time. ]

Why do they want to get rid of you? If they wanted to get rid of you, there are much kinder ways to do it. It looks more like they want to punish you first for something... for a misunderstanding. It doesn't look like they're going to be understanding about it at all. No, not at all. [ A giggle. ] Humans are really dedicated to their causes, aren't they?