[His forehead creases when she next begins to speak, unsure of what she might be meaning. It's a moment before she finishes the thought and his breath is taken from him.

He extracts one hand from her grip, places it against her face.]

Who made such a claim? You've told me of how matters are in your land, of the expectations on women and jinba. Hayame- I expect nothing of you than you'll give willingly. [It's hard to hold in his frustration I did not realise- someone must have suggested it to her, put this onus on her that he'd never had set himself.]

I offer you no forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive.