[This is so much to take in. He tries to follow along, without interrupting.
Those are harsh news. Moushinosuke had worked hard for his people while he was alive. He'd cared about every single one of them.
While yes, the events that Utsusemimaru describes happened 400 years ago, he understands how close it was for him, since he felt the same.
Moushinosuke could picture Utsusemimaru trying so hard to help every single person in need that in the end he couldn't do anything. Moushinosuke reprimanded himself silently; he should've talked about this with Utsusemimaru before. Instead, he was a fool who thought, until the last moment, that he could shield the young samurai against the need of having to make hard choices.
There was little point to dwell in that now. He holds Utsusemimaru's chin between his thumb and index finger and forces him to look up at him.]