"I knew him, Sakura. A fellow of infinite charity, of most excellent cooking, he hath created over a thousand blades, and now, how useless in his Reality marble they are! my sword glows at it. Here hung that arm that I fought I know not how oft. Where be your quotes now? 'People Die'? 'Blade Works'? Your flashes of manliness, that were wont to set the gaijin 4 a-roar? Nothing now, no justice or desire? quite apathetic? Now get you to Angra Mainyu's grail, and tell him, let him make this world end, to this favour he must come; make this end Bad End."