Words of the Constant
WendyA redbird feather, red like blood.
WendyA snowbird feather, white like the light at the end of the tunnel.
WendyNothing shocks me anymore.
WendySomething died for this.
WendyI wonder what she did.
WendySort of like an emotional barrier. But wood.
WendyWill it keep others in, or out?
WendyWe could use it to build a gate.
WendyWe could use it to build a fence.
WendyA bucket of grime.
WendyIt needs only a light.
WendyA tiny brightness in the dark.
WendyTiny lights, stranded from the world outside my pocket.
WendyHis disposition is fiery.
WendyDon't give up, little flame!
WendyA flame to keep the horrors at bay.
WendyThis fire burns with passion!
WendyIt's losing the will to go on.
WendyIt's a comfort.
WendyI'd better relight this.
WendyDeath from above!
WendyThat can't be good.
WendyI could set the world on fire!
WendyIt's running on fumes.
WendyQuiet as a corpse.
WendyI don't know why you bother. We're all going to burn.
WendyIt was flopping around desperately for life. The poor fool.
WendyA pitiful creature.
WendyRest now, fish spirit.
WendyThe stripes symbolize its emotional imprisonment.
WendyDon't lose your head.
WendyIt misses its watery home.
WendyI've... eaten worse...
WendyWith this, I can yank the fishies out of their precious safe pond.
WendyThe meat swims round and round. Oblivious.
WendyPerfectly molded blocks of fish.
WendyI hope I got all the bones out.
WendyA proper grilling puts a stop to the flopping.
WendyThey shall never taste freedom.
WendyLife can't come from nothing... I need something...
WendyLook, Abby. We have a visitor.
WendyDo they know I'm watching?
WendyLife needs time to blossom.
WendyAbby... There's more now...
WendyIt has shed its earthly tether.
WendyA proper grilling puts a stop to the flopping.
WendyIt's been decapitated.
WendyThere are other fish in the sea. Bigger ones, hopefully.
WendyIt will... tide... me over for now.
WendyIt's hot!