[As it turns out, they are not far apart; a few rocky mounds are all that prevent them from actually being able to see one another. Mitsuhide cannot fail to hear Motochika's voice in the state he's in, however, and he pauses when it reaches his ears.]
Lord Motochika? [Where did it come from... Mitsuhide immediately sets off again when he makes his judgment, almost stumbling over the uneven surface and occasional loose stone. He is rushing, and his footing therefore not as elegant and precise as usual.] Lord Motochika, remain still! I'm coming!
[Right now, this man is clearly running on nothing but emotion. Logic is not coming into any of his actions at all, which may become obvious to Motochika himself when Mitsuhide reaches the top of the last small mound and almost falls straight down the somewhat steep gradiant that leads to his friend.]
[As it is, the samurai catches himself just in time, reaches the bottom of the incline without injury, and... draws to a complete stop.]
[He stares Motochika up and down, apparently taking everything in in one brief moment of apparent calm, but any illusion that he is so is quickly dispelled when Mitsuhide bursts out with:]
You must sit! Lord Motochika, your wound, you... please!
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Lord Motochika? [Where did it come from... Mitsuhide immediately sets off again when he makes his judgment, almost stumbling over the uneven surface and occasional loose stone. He is rushing, and his footing therefore not as elegant and precise as usual.] Lord Motochika, remain still! I'm coming!
[Right now, this man is clearly running on nothing but emotion. Logic is not coming into any of his actions at all, which may become obvious to Motochika himself when Mitsuhide reaches the top of the last small mound and almost falls straight down the somewhat steep gradiant that leads to his friend.]
[As it is, the samurai catches himself just in time, reaches the bottom of the incline without injury, and... draws to a complete stop.]
[He stares Motochika up and down, apparently taking everything in in one brief moment of apparent calm, but any illusion that he is so is quickly dispelled when Mitsuhide bursts out with:]
You must sit! Lord Motochika, your wound, you... please!
[He grasps Motochika's shoulders, desperate.]