[Lust shakes her head, slightly. Her hands curl into fists and she swallows hard. It's something she's thought on so much, but never spoken.]

No. I don't like to think that. I'd like to think I was created in the same spirit as any human is. Out of some sort of love and desire to extend life. I'm not what that man who made me intended, but that doesn't matter. I'm still alive, I'm still a person, and I find some small measure of comfort in the belief my origins were more than just some horrible, blood-spattered tragedy of errors. Someone was trying to do something they thought was good and kind, and that act made me. If I was made out of good intention then I can be something good.