Justice, what is it? Why is the justice you insist on absolutely correct, while my faith must be buried in the dark depths of hell, never to see the light of day again? I saw my former comrades-in-arms and my beloved relatives turning into bits of dust in the universe. I could only hold my hands tightly, but there was nothing I could do.
No, no, when I glimpsed the blood behind your gentle smile, I understood, you are not God! You are not qualified to decide our life or death, and you are not qualified to influence our beliefs! Then, let me pick up the sickle and cut off all of this!
Have you heard the sound of the vibrating universe, the sound played by life...