Words of the Constant
WendyWhat a curious light.
WendyLooks magical.
WendyShall we have a danse macabre?
WendyNot quite what I expected.
WendyIf only I were so lucky.
WendyConsume me and be done with it.
WendyA nightmare asleep and awake.
WendyIt is still bloody.
WendyBalled meat. How exciting.
WendyTemporary relief for life's grief... wrapped in meat.
WendyIt's done drying forever.
WendyThe drying is over.
WendyIt sways in the drying wind.
WendyThe rain is keeping it from drying.
WendyI can hang meat here.
WendyMeat turned dry and delicious.
WendyHorrid swamp thing!
WendyI commend this creature's commitment to cannibalism.
WendySomehow, it found a way to sink even lower.
WendyNo dignity at all.
WendyFire has broken it down even further.
WendyTime has broken it down.
WendyHow quaint.
WendyThe last, desperate act of a doomed soul. In a bottle.
WendyEmpty. Like my soul.
WendyIt'll protect my head but not my heart.
WendyHands-free lighting!
WendyWhen I am still, it is as lifeless as Abigail.
WendySuch a striking likeness...
WendyIt is bare...
WendyWe must stick it in the cold, hard ground...
WendyHe must be lonely. Trapped in such a small cage.
WendyMy, what magnificent horns you have!
WendyAll that remains of a once great beast.
WendyYou should go back to where it's dark.
WendyHow do you like being torn away from your family?
WendyStay down there, away from this horrible place.
WendySo this is what those things see.
WendyDown, down, down to the depths.
WendyLiving without the burden of intelligence must be nice.
WendyIt makes me feel less alone. Plus I can throw it.
WendyIt's filthy.
WendyCooked evil is still evil, even in lasagna.
WendyEvilness pervades it.
WendyMeat turned dry and weird-tasting.
WendyLooks good, tastes horrible.
WendyIt's traveled so far...
WendyIt's an abomination.
WendyNot sure how a thing like that happens.
WendyA cradle of life. I hate it.