To me, watching Koga gives me the same feeling that Virginia Woolf had watching a tiny moth. Pity? Maybe. But the existence of the weak is not an insult to life- it's part of it. Was it more dignified for him to exist where you didn't have to know about it? If you hate Koga, you hate life.

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The face of a man who has it all