I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING
To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.
The monstrous act by definition demands a monster.
How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.
It was the price of survival. The cost of his people's last, desperate gamble: To rid his new home of humanity, he had to become human. And being human, he had to overcome his humanity.
I was a slave to something he believed to be silly and superstitious: the idea that all life was worth defending and that nothing justified surrender to the forces of destruction.