I have to paraphrase Joker from Mass Effect, because how he describes Garrus can be applied to (some) religions as well. They have mighty sticks up their butts and the only time they pull them out is to beat others to death with it.
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
