Under his mask, Rorschach's weather-beaten and toughened face could feel Merope's soft fingertips. His mask was his most valued possession; he only owned it because a woman had thought that the material, once part of a dress, was ugly. It was not ugly. It was very beautiful, with no grey spots, only black and white. Like good and evil. Rorschach loved that it was divided.
"Know of doctor. Will take you to see. Is woman; probably knows about woman, baby-making parts."
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