Words of the Constant

Search the journal

Kind

Survivor

I'll have to be quicker to the saddle next time.

It feels so cruel to wake it from its dreams...

I'll wait for it to calm down...

It won't work without moonlight.

The moon must be waxing.

I need Abby for this.

The moon is not waning.

It won't work in the sun.

This might be overdoing it a bit.

That belongs to Warly.

Do you want me to read you a story, Abigail?

It's empty inside.

Of course it's stuck.

I've endured enough curses.

Someone's beat me to it.

It... doesn't seem to like me very much.

I shouldn't take what isn't mine.

No... I don't want that...

I've learned enough to last me a lifetime.

ResearchBucket-o-poop

I know all its secrets.

Failure.

There's nothing left.

I have no water left to give.

Will I never make the pieces fit in this pitiful life?

Like my soul, this food doesn't belong in this vessel.

I've already put this on a dish.

As usual, I seem to be out of step with the world.

Abigail, perhaps you could take a turn rowing?

That was pathetic...

Must everything in life be hard?

I can come back later...

There is nothing for me in there.

I shouldn't touch the machine's things.

That belongs to Warly.

Not for me.

Can't always get what you want. Some never do.

I'll wait for it to calm down...

I'd prefer to be blanketed by the night for this.

I'm not taking a razor to that.

She's already lost everything.

I really shouldn't.

It has escaped death's cold embrace... for now.

That space is taken.

I suppose I'll have to go find some Carrats...

Start the Carrat RaceCarrat

It wouldn't fit.

Can I use that after you?

I must mind my manners.

I shouldn't touch the machine's things.

That belongs to Warly.

Not for me.