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Hello, son.
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Son? I have no father!
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Come now, everyone has a father. I'm surprised Yvette didn't tell you about me. Can't say that I blame her though. My past is rather sordid, and you're the living proof of that.
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Sordid?
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Not sure if you need a definition or explanation, but I'll go with the latter. Essentially, you were my first experiment in my attempts to uncover the psychic element.
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You treated me like an experiment?! You did this to me?!
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Yes, son, I did. It was far from my most ethical moment. I only regret my colleague discovered the truth, but I made him pay for that in due time.
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If I could have had more time with you, I could have made you more than just a mask-wearing freak.
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I'm less of a freak than you ever will be!
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Oh my, someone has quite the temper; in a few moments though, I'll be taking those powers back so I can finally complete my final experiment!
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Final experiment?
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You haven't noticed that every student that cape-wearing peer of yours reported for breaking the rules has lost their powers?
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I don't care about them! This is between you and me! I'll never forgive you for this, and for what I'm about to do to you: I DON'T WANT ANY!
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