I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells
Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
It's a rare enough thing, a man who lives up to his reputation
Do you remember the way you smirked at me when my grandson and granddaughter were dragged off to their cells? I do. I'll never forget it