“.. I am not strong enough, that is.. not yet. Have you ever questioned the reason my creations even exist? If I was such a puppet like the rest of them, why would I create these things, and not use them to help her?”
“… Fair enough fair enough, I mean look at the place. Heh, well you see. I am trying to outpower mother… you know what, she doesn’t deserve to hear her name come from me anymore. That bitch, I take whatever bodies I can use, most the time.. alive, lycans, and bring them to their full potential!.. Heh, as you can see, I’m sure even one, would do several times the damage, rather those weak primal Lycans.”
“.. Well, those are my creations. The very things are the outcome of my hands. But, it is getting. Harder and harder to create these things, and you know why? because the supply of bodies, the supply of any Lycan, are no where near me, or, The supply.. is running dry for mother Miranda to make them.”