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"She was beautiful. Ferocious. Like an avatar of Mother Nature, herself. But I've bested the genuine article over and over again. In hindsight, what chance did a mere pretender stand?"
"I am not a romantic man. But I have seen all forms of love grant all sorts of strength. Through threatening his wife, I awakened something within the doctor. On our frozen battlefield, his fiery rage proved my sole source of warmth. [...] I ensured that they died together."
"Despite the clown's reputation, I didn't expect much challenge. He, in turn, did not provide. By all accounts, this hunt should already be forgotten. But the way he died, laughing at a joke I'll never hear... I still feel it latched to my mind like a parasite."
"The Lazarus Pit... the chance for more life, more time... it shames me to admit I felt tempted, at first. Hopeful. But fighting the man who leeched off those arcane chemicals--seeing their effects firsthand--has only strengthened my resolve to face the reaper properly."
"It's funny, in a way. I contracted an illness which turned my body against itself. He contracted an illness which turned him into a near-perfect predator. His power, his savagery, it almost brought me back to a time where I enjoyed hunting more simple-minded beasts... Almost."
"He was so close. My heart still pounds, and every pound aches. Today, I was hunted. Me! My senses were tricked! My skills were surpassed! Ah, but my strength carried me through, just as it always has. Still, though... until my last breath, I shall proudly wear the Red Hood."