I hold a one of the Orchard's fruits in my hand. Inside the head of a man is suspended in rich red liquid.

The eyes move around, and a witless smile plays upon his face.

I know the brain inside is sweet and delicious, if not entirely nutritious, but does it think? Does it dream? Does this "person" have a soul, or even a fragment of one?

Is there accumulated sin in the consumption of the Fruit, or is it equivalent to crushing an insect. Or even less than that?

I cannot know. I do not wish to know.

-From the Journal of the Demon Master Dzu