[... Nobunaga, you sure do seem to go out of your way just to make Mitsuhide's life difficult, don't you?]

I know not of what you speak, my lord. [He lowers his head again, under the excuse of taking another sip from his tea. Really, how many times have they talked in circles so far, and how many more times would the conversation not really go anywhere until it finally either moved forward or stopped at once? It was impossible to tell.] I don't expect war to fully end, or for warriors to stop engaging in battles altogether; however, so long as he can make most people understand our beliefs and share the dream, then my wish will have been granted.

[Lapras gives him a questioning look, tilting its head as though asking if the meanie warlord was giving him a hard time again, to which Mitsuhide responds with a fond hand on its head.]

This is the peace I long for; it might never be perfect, but it can be good enough.