I have nothing but contempt for the deceitful thing men call 'happiness,' and find myself with no choice but to push my characters, whom I pour my heart and soul out to create, into the abyss of tragedy.
When I try to write love, it only turns into horror. Thinking about it with a clear head, feeling such deep emotions to some other person you don't even know is truly a terrifying thingI wonder if love isn't a manifestation of madness in some way.
Sometimes when I see someone who's a spirit of justice… I feel like I want to destroy them!
Justice for some people is an evil for others. Good intentions, kindness, and hope will not necessarily make people happy.
And let me say this ahead of time, if someone dies in Psycho-Pass 2, it’s Ubukata Tow’s fault and not mine!
