"But for a man to think of his father's murderers as they lurk somewhere in the unknown, and say to himself, 'Why not make the seal of reconciliation in case something comes of it in the future?' I can't understand someone who thinks that way. I don't want to."
"With respect, you're wrong," Hazō said fiercely. "I haven't forgotten who they are or what they did. I wake up every morning to a house without Jiraiya in it. I go get breakfast without Jiraiya at the table. I head out without Jiraiya telling me not to get into too much trouble, and I come back without him asking what new way I've found to blow up the village today. I haven't forgotten that he is dead while they are all still alive, and I never will.
"But we need them more than we need my feelings. I don't want this to come out wrong, but I'll say it anyway: Asuma, sir, you don't have a monopoly on self-sacrifice. Every ninja in this village is willing to do whatever it takes to protect it, and if in my case that just means gritting my teeth and playing nice, then I should praise the Will of Fire that I'm getting the cushy job."