Satisfied she finally regained her senses, he reached forward and whispered into his sister's eager urgently, "I have seen so much, Rebecca. So much." His eyes closed, then opened with a new fervour, "This world is tainted with the weak. It is blasphemy!<em>They</em>who killed our sister ... They did their task! They are to reform this world! Criminals! Criminalistic senses! It will be the<em>future</em>..." His voice rang with the fervent note of someone dedicated to a religious faith. "But they are incompelete... This world deserves a better class of criminal..." He was muttering to himself now. Then he turned his eyes back to Rebecca. "And I'm going to give it to them. Doesn't it sound<strong>glorious</strong>, sister? Doesn't it? Doesn't it?" All around the poor girl, wild hallucinations, and her brother's mindless ranting, was something that would snap anybody's mind into pieces.