"Like a fervent sacrifice, using oneself as firewood to fill and burn, that pile of fire known as humanity."
"They fell in love with the abstract notion of people, not the living beings," Aimou whispered.
"For all of humanity."
Bologue repeated the words he once said, but mentioning them again now, he felt particularly heavy.
"When I realized this, I suddenly understood the thoughts of these madmen," Bologue mocked himself, "I always thought I might be fighting for all humanity, but honestly, I only know a few people. The notion of humanity as a whole is too vast and ethereal for me. The real driving force is the individuals around me.
But I can understand them too, understand their fervent, almost frenzied behaviors."
