Humans form attachments to other people, attachments to things, to places. Sometimes they are not even attached to what something is but a memory of what something used to be. Or a dream of what it might become.
Humans believe they all deserve certain rights, the right to be heard, the right to be respected. Asking for what you deserve in life should not be so hard, but for others, asking for what they deserve can be very difficult. And actually getting what they deserve sometimes requires an act of heroism.
Human infants are the only mammal whose main attribute is helplessly flopping.
Everything I say to you is private. If I noticed you was on fire and I told you, I’d expect you to keep it to yourself.[to Liv]
Dear Asta, if you are reading this, you are already in my house. Me and Pete are going to break into a military base. If we do not come back, we are dead. But don’t worry, that means you will soon be dead too. You can watch my TV until that happens. Stay sweet. Harry.[in a letter]
Children. Generation to generation, the Earth’s troubles are passed on to them. Babies on my planet are self-sufficient and can survive on instinct alone. Human children learn everything from the humans around them. Without nurturing parents to guide them, those children become lost. Without a community to help, humans end up alone, with nobody to turn to when they’re in trouble. But there is still hope. There are some who can find their strength.
Children, a pestilence. They are not so much born, but replicate like a virus, continuing humanity’s path toward destruction. Plus, it is illegal to make them work, so they are just gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.
Asta always does the right thing. It is her most annoying trait. That and she never lets me kill anyone.
An enemy is someone who stands on the opposite side of what you believe in. Maybe when the goal is as important as saving the Earth, there is no such thing as an enemy.
Am I beginning to care about all humans? What kind of monster have I become?
