Words of the Constant
WendyWhat is buried in its depths?
WendyDead spears of death.
WendySpears of death.
WendyIt cannot keep out the darkness forever.
WendyIt cannot keep out the darkness forever.
WendyThe symbol of a people's burden.
WendyEverything burns.
WendyA monument to things long dead.
WendyIt was bound to happen.
WendyI myself am an oddity.
WendyAlas, it was inevitable.
WendyCan any of this magic bring back Abigail?
WendyInevitable.
WendyA fruitless attempt to make change in this world.
WendyCivil disobedience.
WendyPower corrupts.
WendyOf course.
WendyPower has corrupted me.
WendyThat was inevitable.
WendyFood for my belly, but not my soul.
WendyIt is consumed by the flame.
WendyPlants wither and die too.
WendyMeeting its inevitable demise.
WendyContains things to sustain this empty life.
WendyI'm not surprised.
WendyHats cannot cure my melancholy.
Wendy(sigh) Of course.
WendyIt brings me no comfort.
WendyNothing lasts forever.
WendyCould these goods fill the emptiness within me?
WendyInevitable.
WendyEverything I build will be destroyed one day.
WendyLive by the sword, die by the flame.
WendyAgents of death.
WendyI guess he chose Not-To-Be.
WendyEven the innocent must die.
WendyToo naive to know pain.
WendySuch a innocent sleep.
WendyYou exist to amuse others.
WendyOnly leads to disappointment.
WendyA tiny life, ensconced in brittle death.
WendyA tree will grow soon.
WendyA future friend of Abigail's?
WendyThat hat of a cutthroat killer. I admire it.
WendyThis should help me carry more junk.
WendyWhatever it was, it's burnt now.
WendyI don't know what this is.
WendyWhat a devilish tool!
WendyAs hard as my existence.
WendyIt has a foul smell.