jubair

They do not learn, fixed in their ways as they are. You are naïve tothink otherwise. It__ an illness, Assassin, for which there is but one cure.___ou__e wrong. And that__ why you must be put to rest.___m I not unlike those precious books you seek to save? A source of knowledgewith which you disagree? Yet you__e rather quick to steal my life.___ small sacrifice to save many. It is necessary.

These bits of paper are covered with lies. They poison your minds. And so long as they exist, you cannot hope to see the world as it truly is.(...)You turn to them for answers and salvation. (...) You rely more upon them than upon yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words. Drops of ink. Do you ever stop to think of who put them there? Or why? No. You simply accept their words without question. And what if those words speak falsely, as they often do? This is dangerous.