[Yasusada shakes his head. He appreciates it, but he isn't here to commiserate. 

He fiddles with his sleeves, quiet for a moment.] 

...Swords are made to kill. [When he speaks at last, there's no shame in his voice. It's what he is, that is nothing but fact.] 

...but... it should be to protect. Your opponent should be given an honorable death. 

[Not a game. Not like this.

Then, because he doesn't know how else to say it--] I'm angry for you.