[A movement on the part of the ghost draws Utsusemimaru's attention away from Arthur's face, and he catches sight of his master nodding once, a mirror image of the young man in flesh and blood before him. As the spirit begins to fade, Utsusemimaru feels the tears fill his eyes again; it is not with pain, however, but an overwhelming sense of relief that he now weeps.]
Then I have been a fool. [He grasps Arthur's wrists with both hands and presses his forehead to his knuckles, an apology and a plea for comfort all rolled into one.] And you have done me an immeasurable kindness.