'Flaw' is correct, Dupe. [ Adjusting her glasses with one hand, a sinister glint flashing across them as she does so. ] Which is exactly what I plan to solve. All I need is . . a specimen to study. To find what I'm missing. Then, they'll all see. They'll beg for my findings.
Poor, poor Vittie... Misunderstood. Misaligned. Misfortunate. Everything dies, eventually. as if the flaw of Flesh.