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And those who knew her as a friend, confident, loved one, know that her

spirit will never be gone from us.

It will continue to soar in death as in life, and to fill our sometimes

melancholy skies with the joy and the music of her memory.

The swamp is my world.

It is who I am. It is what I am.

I was once a man. I know the evil men too.

Do not bring your evil here. I warn you.

Beware the wrath of Swamp Thing.

Move! Move!

There!

Truth is, I can't imagine who in hell would want to take a shot at me.

Except that I have arrested a good many people in these parts.

Some folks tend to carry a grudge a mile too far, as my dear daddy, bless his

soul, used to say.

How you doing?

I'm okay.

I get the feeling you've got something on your mind.

How come you didn't cry, Mom?

Well, I cried when I heard.

I did, too.

I get the feeling you don't want to go home.

You know what we should do, Jim?

Stay here, right in this house.

Just the two of us.

What about your job?

I can always get another job.

But nobody else can do this job.

Being your mom.

Grandma said I have a tenure.

She was playing some moonlight song on the piano, and I thought it was neat.

So she tried to teach it to me.

But I just couldn't get the hang of it.

I kept thinking I was singing the tune, but it kept coming out, da, da, da.

And she said she loved me, even though I have a tin ear.

May I join you?

Oh, uh, well, I was on my way down.

I wanted to speak to you with your boy about the shooting in the cemetery.

Now, the sheriff already questioned you.

What'd he look like?

The man he shot at, Sheriff Andrews.

I'm okay, Mom. Go on down.

I don't remember what he looked like.

Is that the truth?

He looked like he had a broken arm. It was in a sling.

Right.

If you need anything, call me.

Thank you.

Would you

like it if I

came back this afternoon for tea?

Oh, I have no appetite, but thanks. I'll bring it myself.

I'll make a mean cucumber sandwich.

No, really.

Aren't you?

I take it you're another one of Arcane's glorious failures?

Did you take my rifle?

No.

Did you see who did?

Why do you need a rifle?

Anybody listening in on us would think that we're just a couple of guys passing

the time of day, when in fact... In fact?

You are...

Whatever you are.

And I am what I am.

An unarmed man.

I'm speaking of firearms, of course.

It's right where you left it.

Where it belongs.

At least he gave you special powers.

Dr. Arcane.

Who the hell else?

I missed him.

All these weeks of searching and planning, and I missed him.

And now, how the hell am I going to try again?

Hell is a word that comes easily to you.

It's where I live.

You're not from this neighborhood, then?

I don't mean to minimize your anguish.

You don't know anything about my anguish.

It's probably not too different from my own.

Oh?

You mean...

You don't enjoy being some kind of a morsi magician?

Sorry.

You look pretty well adjusted to me.

Whatever I am, I am not a murderer.

Are you?

Not yet.

Then why become one?

What did Dr. Arcane do to you?

Just this.

There are so many beautiful birds in the world. Why would he want to change a man

into one?

I was a bird.

I was a peregrine falcon.

As free as the wind.

Dr. Arcane decided to make a man of me.

You're a man you must be for as long as you live.

I know that.

And I hate it.

I hate being part of the human race.

I hate what they do to one another, what they do to the earth and sky.

I'm ashamed to be one of them.

I want to be what nature meant me to be.

I want to fly again.

A man can fly on the wings of his spirit, but not if the spirit is

weighted down with bitterness and hatred or stained with blood.

Why would you want a man like him to live?

I want you to live the way you are.

Be what you are.

And you'll fly again.

How? With this?

Stop. Why?

Look at it.

You know whose obscene work this is.

Nature gives life.

Nature takes life. Nature is a maniac.

It's okay to mourn for her, Jim.

But you have to realize, it was her time, and you must go on.

She would want you to.

It's an old cliche, but time will heal the wound.

You'll see.

Since you've decided to relocate here, I hope we can become better acquainted.

I'm a bit more optimistic than that. How about dinner tomorrow night?

I'll take care of Jim.

Let me handle it.

Go home, Jim. Get some rest.

I can make it.

A bird saved a boy's life.

When I started to breathe, when I realized

I had made him live again, it was like I was flying.