Hidetora: What madness have I spoken? Wherein lies my senility?
Saburo Naotora Ichimonji: I'll tell you. What kind of world do we live in? One barren of loyalty and feeling.
Hidetora: I'm aware of that.
Saburo Naotora Ichimonji: So you should be! You spilled an ocean of blood. You showed no mercy, no pity. We too are children of this age... weaned on strife and chaos. We are your sons, but you count on our fidelity. In my eyes, that makes you a fool. A senile old fool.
Kyoami: Are there no gods... no Buddha? If you exist, hear me. You are mischievous and cruel! Are you so bored up there you must crush us like ants? Is it such fun to see men weep?
Tango: Enough! Do not blaspheme! It is the gods who weep. They see us killing each other over and over since time began. They can't save us from ourselves.