Logic like a blunted sword breaks through the mist of pain, and Yukimura smiles, seemingly seeing Sanada clearly for the first time since Azura began singing.

A wave of weakness follows it, and he grasps for the steadying hands on his shoulders.

"Lead," he says simply, trying to get through the sudden fog in his head, and worse, the urge to mistrust someone he's trusted as long as he can remember.