[ He's silent a moment, before finally plucking his cigar away and playing it in the ash tray. He takes off his sunglasses, and she can see it... the tiredness in his gaze, a mix of remorse, regret, and anger... ]

Nothing here is yours. This isn't your world. These aren't your men. And even if you're so similar it genuinely pains me sometimes... you're not my Ibaraki. And that Shuten is not my Shuten.

I'm gonna repeat myself... Get in my way, and I will kill you.