[The shadows work their magic and dissolves in the ground beneath her--even Riddler isn't sure how it works, but he knows it does instinctively, that the other Nox will have a chance at ensnaring her beneath the city--no, him, he will, he will win THEY won't get anything--]
My will is my own no matter how you want to convince me otherwise. It only sliced away the useless parts of myself--my will is better exercised without those things in the way. It's not the same!
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My will is my own no matter how you want to convince me otherwise. It only sliced away the useless parts of myself--my will is better exercised without those things in the way. It's not the same!