This monk is not so callous as to read through the messages one man receives from another. Those messages are private and meant only to be shared between the writer and the receiver.

[ He smiles in a fond, if not a little more manic, way as he takes the phone. Indeed, what he seeks is not what is written. What he seeks is not what has been taken or kept, like the flowers pressed between the pages of books. No, what he seeks is something simpler. It's the frequency of chatter. Indeed, Mitsuhide may pretend to be someone else when writing letters but he would never read a letter not addressed to him (or his other face).

Intercepting letters is the sort of rudeness that sane men do to find out plans. Mitsuhide, however, admits to his own madness.

So, what he seeks is frequency. What he seeks is seeing how often two speak and how long. What he seeks is the connection not the words shared. The words shared are sacred, after all! Like his words with Nobunaga will always be held hallowed and dear in his heart (they will also always rip and rend and tear and bleed the inside of his soul). All the same, he understands the importance of messages and shared, secret words between two people.

... Tenkai lifts his arm to point in the direction the crows gave him. He smiles as he turns the phone over in his hand, setting the timer. ]

Go. Please go. I believe in you completely and know that you will be victorious.