This is logic; but I go against logic for once.

I do not need your logic now.

I know that their blood can bring no results, I know that their blood is barren, fruitless! Truth grows well only on the soil irrigated with the copious rain of our own blood, and their putrid blood goes to waste, without a trace left.

I know it! But I take the sin upon myself.

I'll kill, if I see a need for it! I speak only for myself, mind you.