"I know about Mr. Eileen, I admire his scholarship, his ideals, his courage... How can you see what he did as madness, and how can you denounce Ravenna, who inherited his ideals, as crazy?"
Ansel's words made Leiden pause, but he quickly recovered, showing no shame or any other emotion, only deep, deep anger.
"What are you talking about! What do you know!"
Anyone would be intolerant of an outsider meddling in their family affairs, especially when the Ziegler family's problems are so... painful. Leiden, who considered himself a victim, slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising again:
"Great... great? That foolish arrogance, those unrealistic ideas, are they worthy of being called great? He just used those fanciful ideas to prove that his talent was above everyone else, I tell you... Eileen Ziegler was never a courageous man, let alone great! He was a madman! A selfish bastard!"
