[In that instant, Hideyoshi's eyes widen a fraction and he sees a shade of someone else that might have been Hanbei just before their dream became a movement. A man more honest with himself than anything, and perhaps less inclined to share that honesty with others. Hideyoshi wonders if that is, exactly, what he feels at the moment. A brutally honest tension, distancing them yet pulling them together just for this one conversation.

His hand touches the edge of the wooden bed frame (a frame for a bed...so odd,) and his gaze pins Hanbei where he sits.] Miracles...forgive me, my friend.

But I cannot believe in the word.

[His tone hardens immediately.] I cannot believe it was merely the saving grace of chance that brought us as far as we did. Through our own prowess alone was the reason behind our efforts. To think you ever relied on a miracle...it is a folly.

It is the excuse for those who know not their own strength! [And here Hideyoshi drops his voice to a hush, forceful but soft.] Hanbei!