[He laughs softly, because really, he can't imagine what kind of picture history must paint of him. He has very little intellectual ambition himself, and therefore knows only the barest bones of the history that came before him. But what he can recall was full of imposing figures, more like ideas or myths than actual people, and it's hard to reconcile himself with that sort of image. Not to mention imagining young people being taught... what exactly? He really doesn't want to know that, does he?]

Yes, he did. The last I remeber before that... that strange dream, was sitting outside in the temple garden back home with Saizō in my lap, and I woke up here.

[He shakes his head slightly, not quite able to grasp the enormity of what has happened yet.]

I'm glad he's here with me. It would be very... lonely without him. I haven't actually been on my own like this since I was nine.