In response to Mitsuhide's usual patience, Gracia replied with a dullness that one would never associate with her bright and cheerful personality on a good day. Perhaps she just woke up on the wrong time...

"I remember, Father." There was a delay between her first two words and her last. Still, she stared down at the wooden table, tracing where one grain in the carvings began and where one grain ended into another. She attempted to smile, but despite all her efforts to keep herself in a good mood for him, her heart was always on her sleeve.

"It does work out though! Before I came to this city, you had no idea who I was. Neither did Motochika. Because back in your world, I..."

Gracia's sentence drifted into silence again. When she resumed speaking, she briefly looked up at Mitsuhide flipping over the eggs, before she bowed her head towards the table once more. There was a ghost of a smile in that particular moment when their eyes met, but it was so faint and so forced, maybe he didn't even catch it.

"...I was never born in either of your worlds. Mm, because Father can't support a child, and can't have a wife." She repeated Mitsuhide as nonchalantly as she could before bowing her head even further. The weight of his words were so heavy, and so painful.

She had no idea what was plaguing her, but at the same time, she knew all too well.