[So the purification is working. Good. Or, well, something is working, and making that black thing recoil.]

I'm not talking to you. Be silent.

[Again, his gaze searches the other's, trying to see beyond the red. Whatever has taken a hold of Tsurumaru is fighting back. All of the swords present can almost taste it in the air. The barriers hold for now, but they are all ready for it breaking. Tense and focused.]

Tsurumaru Kuninaga. I know you are in there. Stop hiding. You are stronger than this.