War is a cruel parent, but an effective teacher. Its final lesson is carved deep in our psyche: that this world, and all of it are diseased. Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke. We are all pawns, controlled by something greater:
Memes, the DNA of the soul.
They shape our will. They are the culture. They are everything we pass on. Expose someone to anger long enough, they will learn to hate. They become a carrier. Envy, greed, despair: all memes, all passed on.
You can't fight nature, Kanon. Wind blows, rain falls, and the strong prey upon the weak. You're mother told you the original concept of automatas are love: something that helps people, a life of harmony with us humans and possibly vampires in this post-war peace. Now, there's a pretty meme!
Exquisite!