He pondered for a long time.
So long that everyone in the tent felt as if they had endured three long winters.
"I'm quite pleased that you could ask that question,"
he said slowly and softly. His tone was gentle yet carried a powerful presence, "It proves that the books you've read were not in vain, that the education you've received was worthwhile, you have a conscience, you have morals, you understand what tolerance means..."
He paused, then continued slowly, "I actually wanted to tell you all about the atrocities the samurai once committed in my hometown, inform you how despicable and cruel these people are, but I cannot speak of it, I cannot tell anyone, in this world, it seems I'm the only one who knows those things..."
"But no matter, even if I'm the only one who knows, the only one who remembers, the only one I still exist... those atrocities will not just vanish into thin air!"
