"That, White... That is Darkness!"
She said to him.
"And what you just did was what every Umbrawyr had done: Evolve to the darkness."
"If you're to rule over a race of such beings, the first thing to do is to get rid of your racial weakness, one of which is your flawed human sense of morality."
A part of him wanted to argue against it.
Evolving to darkness?
Wasn't that just another excuse an evil soul tells itself in order to inflict evil upon another?
Flawed human sense of morality? A racial weakness?
Morality does nothing but protect. How could something that protects be a weakness?
But there were new realizations that had occurred to him.
His hands reached for the sword, and he pulled it out in a single stroke, gazing at the blade.
There still, written on it, were the words that he had scoffed at in the beginning.
"To show mercy... is to show no mercy."
He read it out loud, now understanding it more fully than ever.
