Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
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
You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells
