You call me a monster.

Yet, I propose this to you.

What is a monster?

Is it something that goes bump in the night?

Is it the creature the fitful children cringe?

Does it hide in closets and porches?

Or is it simply a break in logic?

A simple word that describes what you could never understand?

You say I deceived you.

You are wrong.

There is no such thing as deception.

There is only perception.

Is it my fault that you perceived the wrong thing?

Is it my fault that you relied on this perception?

Or is it all your own fault as you try to comprehend?

As you fail to understand and simply call out names?

You call me unnatural.

But am I?

What is unnatural?

Unnatural means against nature.

Yet I am here which automatically means I am part of nature.

Or if you wish for a more physiological approach.

All creatures, down to the cell of a body, strive to survive.

That is nature's only goal.

Look at the smallest instances of life.

Cells, plants, viruses.

They do what they do to survive.

Am I not trying to survive?

How am I unnatural?

You call me apathetic. Unfeeling.

You describe how I wish to be.

Despite how I seem to you, I do feel.

I felt attachment form to my Lieutenant.

I felt betrayal from Gin.

It was best to destroy these feelings.

Tying into above, feelings are the very embodiment of unnatural.

Happiness, sadness, love, anger.

These all endanger your existence.

They are useless in a quest for survival.

I discard these hindrances.

Yet you hold on tightly.

So tell me. Who is unnatural?

You call me evil.

Yet, what is the definition of evil?

Doing something that someone else doesn't like?

But, if you return to our definition of natural, emotions are unnatural.

And since like stems from emotions, not liking someone is unnatural.

Thus, evil is unnatural.

And as we set before, I am natural.

So, how is it possible that I am evil?

You call me a mastermind.

You stare in awe after you hear my plans.

You believe I planned it all.

Yet, I couldn't have planned anything if you didn't work towards the goal too.

So, couldn't one say that this is your fault?

You believe in fate.

You say that everything will work out right.

Everything is planned by god.

Yet, you just said I've planned everything.

Which is it?

Are you saying I am God?

You believe in power.

Yet I tower over you.

Where is your power now?

What is power when I will always be stronger than you?

You have faith in your friends.

Yet they are strewn about on the ground.

Where is your faith now?

What is faith when I can slay you all?

You believe your friends will prevail.

Yet I have already destroyed them.

Where is your belief in your friends now?

What is belief when I defy what you believe is possible?

You don't believe this is possible.

Yet it's happening before your eyes.

Where is your logic now?

What is logic when you have power to throw it aside?

You cannot understand.

I wish I did not.

With knowledge comes power, and with power insanity.

No one can match my power or knowledge.

No one.

There is only solitude for me.

And solitude means that it's only I.

Goodbye.

I raise the sword and bring it down.