Egzotyczna, inteligentna, prywatna detektyw - L Lawliet

"Pure, inept sacrilege—oh, what sordid gods!

Judging the past—imperfect, yet so obvious.

Is their 'Justice' based on ideals or ideologies?

Childish whims, petty deeds—acts even such 'deities' wouldn't commit.

Apples—sweet plagues—satiating bitter lives.

Visions so solitary, so biased and arbitrary.

What is the difference between killing one, two, or ten?

Opportunities seized—even by the genocidal—to gather their faithful."