Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.

Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

Everyone is equal and everyone is forced to participate; you can't just be a spectator.