Hidetora: Are you a son?Taro Takatora Ichimonji: What do you mean?Hidetora: Is this a son's attitude? The hen pecks the cock and makes him a crow.
Kyoami: A serpent's egg is white and pure. A bird's is speckled and soiled.Hidetora: This is a castle... Here's a wall.Kyoami: The bird left the speckled egg for the white.Hidetora: Strange...Kyoami: The egg cracks; out comes a snake.Hidetora: Empty space above the wall. Why?Kyoami: The bird is gobbled by the snake.Hidetora: Where am I? Who am I?
Hidetora: I am lost...Kyoami: Such is the human condition.