"Tell me this then. How much do you love Sensei? This is something that you can answer better than Sensei, so I'm asking you."
"There's no need to ask so directly, is there?"
"You mean there's no need to seriously pose this question, because the answer is already self-evident?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Sensei has in you then, a devoted companion. If he suddenly lost you, how do you think he would fare? How would this man, who takes no interest in the outside world, cope without you? I'm not asking how Sensei would see this, I'm asking how you see it. In your opinion, would Sensei be happy or unhappy?"
"I can tell you how I see it. (Sensei may or may not agree.) Sensei would be most unhappy without me. He might even lose his will to carry on. This may sound pretentious, but I believe I make Sensei as happy as is humanly possible. I'm convinced that no one else could make him as happy as I do. That's why we live so peaceably together."
"Sensei, I believe, cannot help but to sense and cherish your conviction."
"That's another matter."
"You still feel he doesn't find favor with you?"
"It's not so much that he doesn't find favor with me. There's no reason he shouldn't. However, he's turned his back on the world. Or rather, of late, he's lost all faith in humanity. If he's lost all faith in humanity, then how can he embrace me, a fellow human?"
I understood her meaning now. How she saw herself as cut loose by Sensei, the two of them drifting apart.