If not for me, my lord would not have- [A sob interrupts him, and he turns his face away from Arthur and the ghost. He huddles there on the forest floor, trying to hold back the piteous sounds of his cries.]
Please forgive me. [Utsusemimaru pleads with both Arthur and his lord, overwhelmed by the weight of his past and present weakness.] By all rights, I am unfit to call myself a warrior after such behavior. If that is the truth this magic is telling me...