Deucalion:
Your real enemy is not the killer. It's his maker, and mine, too. I was created with bodies salvaged from a prison graveyard. One heart from a thief, one from a crazed killer, hands from a strangler, eyes from an ax murderer. My life force from a thunderstorm.
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