THE GAKI
Ay, dream of her and have tender memories that are not pain.
O-SODE-SAN
I shall think of him and long for him, my lover.
THE GAKI
Ay, and in the memory of the firefly fête you'll make a poem that will leave you all melting-like and holy—then where shall I feed?
RIKI
Obaa-San, are you content? I'll let her die at my own hand before I'll let him live.
[He draws his dagger and leaps toward The Gaki; but old Obaa-San is too swift for him. She catches his hand.
OBAA-SAN