Words of the Constant
WendyDo you have any mourning veils?
WendyShe looks peaceful.
WendyI see you have dedicated your life to destructive paraphernalia.
WendyOnly one with no conscience could sleep so soundly.
WendyYou busy yourself with trivial duties.
WendyDreams are just illusions.
WendyCan you mend my heart?
WendyThat will only postpone life's horrors.
WendyDo you dig your own tomb, sir?
Wendy(sigh) All my dreams are nightmares.
WendyYou'll be seeing Abigail soon.
WendyNot dead yet.
WendyA life of aristocracy is a life empty of meaning.
WendyNothing guards against encroaching darkness.
WendyThere's nothing to protect us now.
WendyHis machismo will not help him when the end comes.
WendyMay he sleep forever.
WendyA life filled with endless mediocre service.
WendySleep is only a fleeting reprieve from life.
WendyNot long for this world.
WendyPerhaps he'll wake up. Perhaps he won't.
WendyThe hide of a pig that once was.
WendyThe place where they wrap pigs in blankets.
WendyIt cuts at the darkness.
WendyMoney will not bring my Abigail back.
WendyLife is hopeless.
WendyI bet one could see impending doom from there.
WendyEverything burns.
WendyA tower of oppression.
Wendy"Light fires". Why bother?
WendyAlas, too good for the likes me.
WendyWhat a curious thing.
WendyThose vines will grow anywhere.
WendyShall I tempt death?
WendyWhat's so interesting about that?
WendyIt descends into the earth.
WendyI can't...
WendyA descent into madness.
WendyA passageway to a subterreanean nightmare.
WendyIs it a tomb?
WendyIt could only lead to peril.
WendyWill it lead to my death?
WendyThere is no true escape from this world.
WendyA way out. But not an escape.
WendyAll ways lead to death.
WendyWhoever built it has long gone.
WendyAn artifact of a long dead culture.
WendyHis smile can't warm my heart.
WendyI could make money off its destruction.
WendyYou can't avoid death.