[The cup wobbles in his hand. Shit. Quickly, he sets it to his mouth to buy himself time, much the way his younger self already did.]

That is a topic for another time, if ever I heard one. This has nothing to do with me.

All of that, you did for someone who spat on your mother. On her life and death. He made a mockery of her. He'd have shown you as little consideration as he showed me and his own Akechi. As little, in fact, as he's showing you now.

[And please, please let's not talk about anything relating to the slip of paper in his wallet.]