"Quite a few possibilities. Your kill list might end up being very long, Slade."
Bobo looked at Deathstroke's bloodstained boots and took a deep draw from his pipe. The tobacco had perhaps been soaked in whiskey, leaving a grainy scent in the air. "Titles like 'my master' aren't exclusive to God. Many Hell Lords and various deities like being called that too. It's a way of declaring ownership. Vampires and Time Lords also like their subordinates to address them that way."
The diminutive Detective Chimp did not seem to have noticed anything.
"But normal people wouldn't use a phrase like 'my lord' as a codename either. It's too complicated."
Donna stood nearby with her arms folded. She watched numerous strange people appear in flashes of blue light, then begin cleaning the manor, dragging all the corpses into the darkness and taking out professional cleaning kits to scrub the floors. "The actual subject here is the noun 'Lord,' while 'My' before it is a modifier. But compared to a phrase like 'The Lord,' its referential meaning seems much weaker. It feels more like concealment than declaration."
As the name implied, a modifier defined the scope of something. If the word "my" was absent, then looking only at "lord," one would feel that the lord's scope was very broad.
But if one said "my lord," that scope became smaller, because it formed a connection with "my" and gained a defined range. Therefore, "my" here should be a modifying qualifier.
"...What do you even study on Paradise Island? Picking apart words and writing books? Shouldn't you be learning Ancient Greek?"
Bobo was speechless. The poorly educated chimp had never expected Donna to launch into such a refined analysis of English grammar. In his eyes, the Amazon Female Warriors were all fierce women who