Vanessa was weak. She looked up to Wonder Woman. She thought her a friend. I am not Vanessa, and the moon reflects the cold silver of my dead heart. Wonder Woman, on the other hand--her heart is the warm sun of a foreign shore. It can be broken--she can be broken.
I told you, Vanessa is dead. I'm Silver Swan! You remember how silly Vanessa had dreams of performing? Listen to me sing!
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