I know the weakness that you hide, even from yourself.

Sanity, huh? I dont even remember having a thing like that to start with.

We have no form, therefore we fear it, and because we are formless, we revere it. Thus, we are slain.

Death and pain are just the cost of fun.

Feelings towards kin? how pointless. Compared to rules, all emotions are worthless. I did not have such useless emotions from the start.

Every time that I think I'm wrong, I realize that I was mistaken.

The final judgement is about to be delivered, no one can free themselves from the sin that flows in their veins, when the seagulls cry.

Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?