"I must agree with the young man... to an extent and albeit for different reasons," Q said, now seeming to spread some cards out in front of him. "If this was the first such case I would be more inclined to accept that profile as probable, but there are too many variables hanging in the air this time, namely the fact that this is a copycat crime, which makes me call into question the sincerity of the divine judgement statement. We could be dealing with a legitimate god-complex, or we could be dealing with somebody merely carrying on the legacy of their former God; they are not god, but they are doing god's work, much like the suicide bombers that have become so popular these days. We also cannot rule out the equal possibility that this is a case of obsessive infatuation, a sort of love note to the previous Kira. And, even above all that, there is the simple universal notion that power corrupts. We could be dealing with a psychologically healthy person that has simply become drunk on power. Neither children nor politicians, men nor women are immune to this. In short, it is too early to construct a profile and I would like it if our investigation was not tainted with confirmation bias." He brought his hands together, placing his invisible cards in a nice neat pile.