Don’t you feel shame? I thought scum like you could at least feel shame

I need just be a bayonet, a bayonet named Diving Punishment. I wish I’d been born a storm. Or a menace. Or a single grenade. No heart, no tears, just as a terrible gale’d have...

The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.

Resignation is what kills people. Once they’ve rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.

I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale’d been good.

Beautiful night, isn’t it, Police Girl? It’s especially beautiful if you’re a bloodsucker.