[Mikado's lack of eye contact is mirrored in Masaomi's downward gaze.]

I'm really glad you're here. Not that you're stuck here, but... You know.

[Masaomi shrugs. He's glad that he's not alone. As surreal as it is to sit here while Mikado conjures up an entire camp site, as pathetic and outside of everything as he feels after what's happened, it allows him to appreciate Mikado's concern all the more. He's not uncomfortable because of what Mikado's doing; he's uncomfortable because he doesn't deserve it. Mikado has always indulged him like that.

It probably makes him a terrible person, but he decides to cling to that right now.]

This is a lot better than lying on a rock and talking to my shadow. It just means I've gotta up my game.

[And fast. In more ways than one. He laughs under his breath, a bitter, barely audible self-deprecation.]

It's pretty sad when the emperor has to feed his vassal.