[ Bitter feelings well up unbidden. Izō would much rather crush them back down under a torrent of booze, but that would be unfair to everyone involved. He takes a long, slow inhale on his cigarette instead. ]

Ya already know it all...I went t' my grave hatin' ya. [ He grimaces and averts his gaze. ] I don't...I don't hate ya no more. Don't mean what ya did don't still hurt, but...I let go'a someday that 'cause yer here. An' yer tryin' t' make it right...Least I can do is give ya another shot.

[ Izō sighs. ]

Even if ya shot me...