"Look at you, my dear.
Look at you - look at what you are made of. Look at your heritage. Look at the essence of life flowing through you. Look at the the woman that gave you access to this world of pleasure.
Look at the world you were allowed to access. Look at what it is - a sandbox of madness, a blueprint of regret and pity being the principles of downfall. Look at what it's being ruled with - with violence, intimidation, desire, lust, sin. Look at what is necessary to use it - live, to take lives, and live, to give life.
The existence of humanity is a sin born from the first man and woman to ever bow down to the life fibers - a sin, manifested in clothing. Our bodies of flesh will repent with blood, for it is Yours - Yours to devour, to grow, to blossom like the gardens of this estate you wander, whenever you should kneel to desire, and forget who you are. Such is your being - perfect, and yet so imperfect. Made of clothing, and made by a mistress once human, a mistress that desires to be like you - it saddens me to know I will never ascend into this state you find yourself in, young Harime.
And yet, my sin is fulfilled - you are mine. I am the sinner, and you are the sin. I am the one you serve, and I am the mistress that will grant eternalism, materialized in cloths, once this world is covered, exposed to it's sins.
Humans are worthless, and the life fibers will raise out of their bloody ashes, and it will spread its silk like fangs onto the universe.
And you, my Grand Couturier, will experience the day when humanity vanishes - should you not kneel to desire.
There is only me - and there are only the life fibers you consist of, and the life fibers you serve for. You serve their, and my essence. You are mine... and I will be yours. Be grateful - you are sublime. Show thy gratitude with all the sacrifices necessary to fulfill our cause.
Let all love drive, for it is temporary. Let all emotions drive, for they make you human. Let all desires drive... they may be your downfall.
You live to serve. You live to cut.
You live to die.
Rejoice - rejoice in this eternal nihilism that will wash humanity away... such is your way."
"... yes, Lady Ragyo."