[Utsusemimaru's sobs gradually quiet, soothed by Moushinosuke's gentle touch. But even as he calms down, the anguish in his heart is not healed by Moushinosuke's words. He shakes his head, swallowing against the lump in his throat as he tries to speak.]
No... it will not. Oyakata-sama... [He presses his forehead against Moushinosuke's chest, tears still falling from his eyes, and takes a shuddering breath.] You have been dead for four hundred years.