Niles leaned forward.

"Not at all. I quite agree. Perhaps the curse of intelligence is the capacity to look at oneself and see everything that is vile. The mythical knowledge of good and evil that we got in the garden of Eden leads inevitably to the better parts of our nature wanting to smite ourselves right out of existence because evil is so intractably prevalent."

By the end of his words, his gaze was intense, lit up like either a madman or a preacher. His hands were fists, held close to his chest.