[A quiet, wondering tone, strangely detached, downright arrogantly incredulous:]

You are... scared?

Mitsuhide-san, is this not what you wanted?

Nobody has ever let you off?

[This is difficult to reconcile and he is disturbed he's somehow managed to frighten Mitsuhide or do something even his very cruel lord hasn't...]

Do you prefer being given targets? I have some names.

... but the source is— questionable.

[Kira.]

Maybe you should... wait some more then, if you can't act immediately.

[This child is in no position to give orders in the capacity that he is.]