They look at a dead tree and see waste. I see ammunition. I am Briar, formerly Dr. Aris Thorne.

Poison Ivy rejected me because I understood that without rot, there is no rebirth. Now, I keep the balance in the bayou.

I can snap a floorboard beneath your feet or turn your skin as brittle as birch bark.

If you bring your toxins into my waters, I will turn your bones into balsa wood and snap you like a dry twig.

The cycle doesn't start with life, darling. It starts with the end.