No... [Utsusemimaru shakes his head; there's a part of him that dearly wishes to believe Arthur, to walk away from the ghost and see it as it should be, as nothing but a memory. But he can't risk it.] If there is but one shred of uncertainty as to this spirit's origin, I cannot accept that it is but an illusion. Regardless of what harm may befall me, I could not live with myself if I- [his voice catches] if I failed my lord again through my own doubt and weakness.
[He turns back towards the ghost only to see it disappear behind a thick clump of trees, and in his panic he jerks in Arthur's hold.]