"Personal comfort is a luxury I've long since lived without." And that was his melodramatic way of saying he didn't mind explaining. It wasn't anything he hadn't answered before and something that he'd grown used to talking about.
"I was born of an assortment of bits and pieces of cadavers robbed from a prison graveyard." Deucalion rolled up one sleeve, demonstrating evidence of what he spoke of. Though throughout time, the scarring had grown fainter, there was still an obvious ring of scar tissue around his wrist. "These hands came from a strangler." There was certainly no note of pride in his voice. "An example. If you desire further specifics, I can provide them." There was a slight emphasis on the word can, as if he were informing Ki that he was capable of doing this but would prefer not to.
"While my creator designed what you see now--in the end, it was divinity that gave me life, through a bolt of lightning." He didn't like giving Victor any sort of credit for a soul. As he hadn't intended for Deucalion to have one.
The story may have sounded familiar, Deucalion never expected it not to. But he preferred to deliver it via his own words and personal account versus the option of referring to a fictional retelling.
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"I was born of an assortment of bits and pieces of cadavers robbed from a prison graveyard." Deucalion rolled up one sleeve, demonstrating evidence of what he spoke of. Though throughout time, the scarring had grown fainter, there was still an obvious ring of scar tissue around his wrist. "These hands came from a strangler." There was certainly no note of pride in his voice. "An example. If you desire further specifics, I can provide them." There was a slight emphasis on the word can, as if he were informing Ki that he was capable of doing this but would prefer not to.
"While my creator designed what you see now--in the end, it was divinity that gave me life, through a bolt of lightning." He didn't like giving Victor any sort of credit for a soul. As he hadn't intended for Deucalion to have one.
The story may have sounded familiar, Deucalion never expected it not to. But he preferred to deliver it via his own words and personal account versus the option of referring to a fictional retelling.