Words of the Constant
I suppose I might as well make myself useful.
oOoooooO!!
Bees! Maybe I'm allergic!
Our boat weeps salty tears.
Here I come, Ophelia.
Ow! That was karma.
Bats can't scare me anymore. I can return to my melancholy.
Ow! Fires of Hell!
Come now dear creature, don't be afraid.
Unlike my heart, this could be mended.
I'm always lacking something, aren't I...
I can't.
I don't know how. I'm sorry.
Closer to the judge would be best.
No... maybe I won't put it down after all...
Wake up, you silly Carrat!
Why won't you move?
Must you drag your heels so?
Of course you'd go in the opposite direction.
Are you trying to mock me, Carrat?
Sigh. Go.
We're going to be crushed...
This is fine. Really.
Demon! Show yourself!
I am attacked!
I am chilled to the bone.
It feels the force of the earth no more.
Such a peaceful slumber... but now I must wake.
I lack the necessary materials.
Soggy and sad.
That could be bad.
Abigail?
My strength is fading.
The storm has passed.
Once more I'm left defenseless against the elements.
Ah. It couldn't last.
I'm sorry... I'm getting so tired...
It seems my zeal was short-lived.
Your death has been delayed another day.
The sickly sweet scent of roses fills the air...
Yum!
I would never.
That was not edible.
That food was nearing the end of its lifetime.
Was that stale?
I fear consuming that.
Maybe I could... join in the feast...
All comfort is fleeting.
My world is just as cold and dark without you, Abby.
My heart is still heavy.