I try my very hardest to desecrate everything God ever created, making it filth and horrors. But the very reason that I do such things is because I know the value of them. I know the value of each soul, the power in each thought, the glory of each bit of what He created. But that Force. That Force doesn't care.
Nothing is of value to it.
And then he was silent, staring at me with those strange eyes that had never had a human soul behind them. Those eyes that were making more and more sense. More then they had any right to. I looked away. I had to hate him.