"Did I really seem worked up back there?"
"Yes, a bit I suppose, but ..."
"No, that's fine if I did. I was worked up. Discussions on wealth most easily set me off. You may not know it, but I'm terribly vindictive. I never forget a disgrace suffered or an injustice perpetrated. Ten years may pass, or even twenty, yet it all stays with me."
Sensei spoke with even more passion than before. What surprised me most, though, was not the passion in his words, but the meaning of what he said. I had certainly never expected to hear such revelations from him first hand, and I had never imagined him to harbor such tenacity. I'd believed him a meek spirit. His meekness and decency were what endeared him to me. In a fit of anger I'd challenged him, and now his words appalled me. He continued on.
"I was deceived. What's worse, I was deceived by my those of my own blood. I'll never forget it. While my father was alive, they had all seemed models of decency. However, the moment he died they began to reveal themselves - a pack of despicable rogues. The disgrace and injustice, all that I suffered at their hands, I've carried with me from childhood to this day. I expect I'll carry it forever. Only death will erase it from my mind. Nevertheless, I've yet to take my vengeance. Or then again, maybe it's no longer personal. I've already taken it further. I've come to despise the whole of humanity, of which those rogues are a part. I suppose that's enough."
I had no words of consolation to offer.