*Standard disclaimers: absolutely, positively not mine. I'd be rich if
they were.*
**Spoilers for a couple of later episodes**
Monsters
Take (6/12/03)
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Look at them. Caught up in their own lives, they scurry like ants below me. Never once taking the time to look up - I could kill them all if I so chose. *This* is what my mongrel of a half-brother aspired to become? Like one of these humans - these *vermin*? Who squeak and cower in fear, never once showing backbone. . . unless they are sure of their victory?
These petty beings, who shrink in terror from monsters real and imagined - and turn on those far weaker than they. These beings, who prey on the weak and call themselves strong. Small wonder that I hate them so. I watched as these villagers sacrificed the hanyou girl to her grandfather, overruling the mother's protests. I saw how they begged InuYasha to help them, not caring if the girl was killed in the process. After all, one demon, be it full or half-blooded, was just like another.
The stench of the ignorant, unwashed masses sickens me to my stomach. Perhaps there was a time when I would not have scorned these mortals as I do now, but that was long ago. Time and observation have taught me the nature of these creatures below me. These humans, who demand conformity and punish those who do not look or act the same. These humans, who delight in thinking up ways of torturing their victims, who succumb so easily to the temptations of the flesh.
And they dare to call our kind monsters.
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Owari
**Spoilers for a couple of later episodes**
Monsters
Take (6/12/03)
********
Look at them. Caught up in their own lives, they scurry like ants below me. Never once taking the time to look up - I could kill them all if I so chose. *This* is what my mongrel of a half-brother aspired to become? Like one of these humans - these *vermin*? Who squeak and cower in fear, never once showing backbone. . . unless they are sure of their victory?
These petty beings, who shrink in terror from monsters real and imagined - and turn on those far weaker than they. These beings, who prey on the weak and call themselves strong. Small wonder that I hate them so. I watched as these villagers sacrificed the hanyou girl to her grandfather, overruling the mother's protests. I saw how they begged InuYasha to help them, not caring if the girl was killed in the process. After all, one demon, be it full or half-blooded, was just like another.
The stench of the ignorant, unwashed masses sickens me to my stomach. Perhaps there was a time when I would not have scorned these mortals as I do now, but that was long ago. Time and observation have taught me the nature of these creatures below me. These humans, who demand conformity and punish those who do not look or act the same. These humans, who delight in thinking up ways of torturing their victims, who succumb so easily to the temptations of the flesh.
And they dare to call our kind monsters.
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Owari