Empty soul eat not because of hungry. They eat souls to get rid of the pain. Empty is the fallen souls. Souls that the wires are not transmitted in the Community. The broken souls... the souls of those not saved from empty. Such a soul descends, loses his heart and becomes empty. And then... to fill the void in the place of the heart, the soul goes in search of those whom once he loved.
- I do not believe in all sorts of ghosts.
- Yes you that? But, Karin, you can see them, too!
The fool. See, I see - if their existence is not to believe still that they are not...
- Edward Morgan Blake. he was born in 1924. 45 years was the comedian, is murdered in 1985, is buried in the rain.
What happened to us? Life is a struggle... no time for friends and only enemies leave roses.
Life is full of violence, the violence ends. Dollar-Bill, the Silhouette, Captain metropolis... We never die a natural death.
Does not work.
Perhaps it is in our blood? Some animal instincts compel us to fight, making us what we are?
It doesn't matter. We do what we must to do.
Others are hiding their heads between swollen teats of indulgence and the indulgence of their caprices, pigs, writhing in search of asylum... but there is no refuge... and the future like a train flying down the slope.
Blake understood. Meant it as a joke, but he understood. He saw the flaws in society, saw the little man in the mask, trying to change them... He saw the true face of the twentieth century and chose the path of blame, a parody of it. But no one saw anything funny. That's why he was alone.
