[ he shrugs ] I looked up to my mother. And I was taught to fight the way you do. Except, y'know, without the whole... superpowered female mojo thing to back it up.

For everything I do know, there's plenty I don't. There's this... Council. The Watcher's Council. It's their job to train and guide whatever girl gets her number pulled when the last one -- [ his expression darkens the tiniest bit and he back pedals the conversation. ] When I say there's only one girl in the world, I mean it gets passed down. Not by birth, but through some kind of [ he gestures, trying to explain ] mystical raffle drawing.

I don't know who picks. Or why. But for those who do, you're meant to be the last line between the forces of darkness and the rest of the world. [ a beat, and then awkwardly: ] That was kind of heavy, wasn't it? I probably should have... led up to that.