[scoffs] It’s been over sixty years, just plant one on me already, will you?
[Nikola turns his face to the side. As Helen moves in to kiss his cheek, Tesla turns back and catches the kiss on his lips. Helen shoves back with irritation.]
And you’re still boring as ever when it comes to giving a lecture. But to business: Cabal agents are all over the building. If we don’t leave now, things are going to get...rather bullet-ridden.
The Ancient Ones...They were intelligent, gifted, powerful...until a bunch of church folk decided that our race was impure, evil. And not only did they hunt them down, killed them off, but they turned our species into a cultural joke.
Back at Oxford, the others used the Source for power and for greed, but you… You altered yourself out of a pure desire for knowledge. You’re the only scientist, perhaps the only person I’ve ever really admired.
We were part of something, something we called The Five. A small group dedicated to expanding our knowledge of the physical world by the most unconventional means.
Unlike what you’ve been told, your mother was not born with a genetic abnormality. No, she chose to become something different. We all did. We were so curious to know what humans could become. Evolve into, given the chance.
Griffin’s molecules became photosensitive, Watson’s mind grew to new heights, and Tesla’s reaction was the most dramatic. His genetic disposition brought forth vampiric traits which had lain dormant in his genes. But your mother? Well, her gift was the most simple and elegant.
