When I was young, I dissected a chicken—and its chicks. They were kept as pets at the academy. I wanted to see what made them tick. My technique was perfect, but the head doctor chastised me—"First, do no harm," he said.
—Cleansing Grounds: Memories of a Convict, Part 1

It was only after I left the academy and found employment that I realized my ineptitude. My sister accused me of neglecting my work. She said I'd made hypotheses, but failed to prove them.
—Cleansing Grounds: Memories of a Convict, Part 2

When I next saw my sister, she lay on her deathbed. Despite being a seasoned doctor, she could do nothing—"Incurable," they said. She begged me to help her. Is this what it means to care? To be human?
—Cleansing Grounds: Memories of a Convict, Part 3

"What's wrong with you?!" "We aren't animals! You can't treat us like this!" "You're unhinged... Inhuman!" I don't understand. What is more human than endeavoring to save one's family?
—Cleansing Grounds: Memories of a Convict, Part 4

I managed to save her life—but at a cost. Her skin shouldn't be that color... Don't worry, I'll make sure to cure the side effects. "It was wrong of me to ask you to do this, Sephie... Please... No more!"
—Cleansing Grounds: Memories of a Convict, Part 5

Before I knew it, I'd found a pupil... and then another, until there were enough of us to form a school. None of that matters—all I care about is my sister. I must continue my research, for her sake.
—Cleansing Grounds: Memories of a Convict, Part 6

The path to knowledge is a righteous one that all humans ought to walk. It is paved with sacrifice, but ultimately just, done in service to the truth. I must continue my experiments, that I may help my sister... No matter what the cost.

I haven't walked my path to the end. I must continue my experiments... for love. That is why I do this. I love her, and am grateful to her. I do not regret my actions—I know what I do is just... and human.