Mother, millennia in exile, searching... at last you call me home.
You will not like your welcome!
Oh, I think I will.
Mother, millennia in exile, searching... at last you call me home.
You will not like your welcome!
Oh, I think I will.
Just tell me the truth.
Please, please just let us go! I have a family–!
Wrong answer. [Kills her] Humans, the stench of your fear is making my soldiers hungry. [Grabs a second scientist] Shall I feed them? You've been near the Mother Box. Her scent is on you.
Please, we have families! Please–
Why does everyone keep telling me that?
Useless! [picks up Silas Stone] You, then. Where is my Mother Box?!
I'll die before I tell you.
At last, one that doesn't whine. But you will scream.
Ah– you were born of her. A creature of chaos.
Not how I see it.
Give it time.
This one is mine!
You overestimate yourself.
Child, my ax is still slick with the blood of your sisters.
[Diana roars and attacks.]
Primitive beings.
What are we under right now?
Gotham Harbor.
No! This cannot be!
You recognize that smell?
Fear.