A Calm Plea
Brother, I understand you.Every severe sentence that comes out of my mouth would say otherwise, but I do. I totally and completely understand you. We both want a perfect world, you and I, but our methods, our ideals, are radically different. How can this be, I wonder? We were born from the same parentage, raised in the same environment; but we grew apart, didn't we. I began to see things in a new light, and you stayed in your comfortable darkness.
I pity you, brother, but salvation can still be yours. I can still save your soul, if you just let me.
Why, you need not even participate in my grand plan, if you so choose; I'll do the dirty work, clearing out all the insects from our garden. I only want you with me, brother, by my side, to see and recognize the glory we can bring into existence. Our paradise will come about, I assure you of this.
Oh brother, why do you insist on helping them? Don't you see that they'll only drain you of your life? They take what's rightfully ours and soil it with their humanity; they are unworthy creatures, and should be destroyed in favor of higher beings, such as ourselves. Do they ever thank you for your kind deeds? Do they truly understand you?
No; they don't. But I do. I understand you, brother.
Please Vash. Come to understand me.