When I was a child, the whole world was full of magic.

Sometimes, the hunter became the hunted.

Everyone sees what they want to see.

You've seen one post-apocalyptic city, you've seen them all.

I don't dive and I don't lose.

You wanna know my edge? Every time I step into that ring, I'm fighting for my life. That fear is my edge. That fear of death.

Magic is draining from the world and with it, we magical creatures grow ever weaker.

Expecting logic from beings who have internal vats of acid — is a little much.

Hate that was something I had to learn. You don't come into this world with hate, that's primal. It fills your senses. You can see it, hear it taste it and it keeps me alive.