"First of all, all humans are the same." I began by saying.
"They're mere puppets who follow the rules and principles of this world without thinking much about it. Absolutely dogmatic and stupid, they are. Sure, they have different personalities and traits. So what? In the end, they still follow the same pattern, don't they?"
"They are born, they grow up, find a job, get married, have children, grow old, die. Different variations exist, but this is the pattern of thought for every human. They don't think outside the box and consider why it is that they all follow the same paths, or why such a pattern exists. Because they can not, they are unable to refuse their programming and cut off their puppet strings. In a way, I'm doing them a great service by releasing then from such a pathetic existence before they continue to delude themselves that they are 'living their lives'."
Talia's face paled as she heard me say those words. But I was not done yet.
