NNNGH…WELL…HE WAS indeed reckless and quick-tempered. He had made some of his poorest choices due to his rage many a time, and it was during those times that he almost lost his life as a result. Sometimes he had to remind himself not to make decisions based on how he felt in that given moment – that he needed to take a step back, analyze things, and then decide from there when his head was much clearer. He glanced away, feeling somewhat embarrassed hearing his faults brough to light so casually. Did she have to mention the incident with Toyotomi? Even after all this time, he was still recovering from his wounded pride. To be so thoroughly trounced by that overgrown monstrosity…
❝I-I’ve been better lately, haven’t I?❞ He wasn’t as reckless as he had been. He was much more prone to sitting and thinking things through too. Of course, he was still hot-headed as to be expected of his moniker, but he was certainly nowhere close to how he had been in his younger years. He cleared his throat, single eye falling back upon Megohime’s features. ❝I…never want to see you as distraught as you were back then.❞ His pride had been wounded, yes, but what had hurt even more, was the fact that he had left his beloved wife in such a state upon his return. What use were promises if he couldn’t keep them? The Date Clan preferred action. Words were empty without anything to back them up. He knew this, yet even so…
What a poor husband he was.
His thoughts came to a screeching halt come what was said afterwards, brows rising with surprise he couldn’t even attempt to hide even if he had wanted to. Ah, yes… heirs. He had been asked when this would happen more times than he could count from the elders of the clan, and each time he had waved it away. Considering all the times he had gone to war, it would have been…prudent…to…well… Uncharacteristic embarrassment welled within him, Masamune needing a few moments to at least attempt to reply to that particular statement. ❝Well, we’ve got plenty of time nowadays.❞
