Chapter 240
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[ Victor Heim: I wonder where that dreadful hatred you carry comes from. We're all human, aren't we? ]
Filty's studio. She was peeking in on the conversation between Victor Heim and Maximilian, preserved on the page.
[ Victor Heim: We feel pain just like you do. We long to live, just like you do. We're people all the same. ]
She had seen it and drawn it through her All-Seeing Eye, yet it was absent from her own memories. In that sense, she was a voyeur.
[ Maximilian: You're not human. ]
The Maximilian Filty saw was always certain. He was certain even of things that could not be known for sure. Whenever he faced Izenheim, without a single exception, he defined them as those who were not human.
[ Maximilian: "Silent Communion. A ritual where they crush the heads of their own kind with stones. Izenheim carries out demonic rites, even offering up their own lives..." ]
Maximilian's eyes, trapped within the square panel, sharpened more than ever before.