- Benma Hidari: [Ogami Itto has bested him and slashed him across the neck with a sword; blood is starting to flow from the wound, making a certain sound] My neck... my own neck... It sounds like it's wailing. My neck was sliced open diagonally. The cut wails like a cold winter wind. They call it "mogari-bue," - the whistle of a fallen tiger. I've always wished to kill someone, just once, and create such a fine cut and to sing this tune. Now I'm hearing it from my own neck. What a laugh.
- [rolls over dead, with blood spurting out from his neck wound onto the sand]
- Traveller 1: So you were squeezed real tight?
- Traveller 2: Yes, I guess you could say she had a magic cunt
- Traveller 1, Traveller 2: Laughter
- Ogami Itto: [huddling himself, Daigono and Sayaka together to keep warm] We don't have fire. We'll all die if we don't warm ourselves.
- Yagyu Sayaka: You mean you want to save me?
- Ogami Itto: You're saving us too. Three people are warmer than two.