[Time flows differently to Takasugi. It ebbs in and out of his awareness. Days pass in a single night, and the full moon comes again and again. Which is a poetic way of saying he drinks a lot and smokes opium regularly.

He's not one for being constructive.

Destruction is Takasugi's bushido. He'll shatter anything in front of him, all while he watches the foundations of the world rot.

Though he intends to deliver the final blow himself.] I'm not going to stay here. I don't care how long it takes, I'm going back to Edo.

If there's a storm out there, I'll take care of it. [As if it's a chore.]