Madness is but a word ill-equipped to define the depths of horror represented by Müller. A mind so nescient in its state, the recognition of the universe has become warped to the point of twisting the characterisation of its actions into an apparition of righteousness. Human the scientist may be but devoid of a “heart” he is. With the assistance of his allies, Weisz extends himself passed his limits in order to cleanse this stain of unconscionability that deems himself integral to the progress of humanity from the association of science.
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