To the People of Hathian,
You care for your children, your families and you think yourselves safe from harm. When harm does come, you suckle to the establishment’s bosom. I taste bile when I think of the ignorance of the masses – the masses I detest. The stink of your ignorance bathes me as I stand behind you in the line to the cashier, or beside you at your masses. You will taste my pain and smell my stench as I smell yours.
And to you, Ugimachi, who thinks himself a man of principles and who thinks my work is mere flesh to be picked apart – a cog in the machine is all you are, and your good works are vile and pointless. You will be the bringer of death.