Words of the Constant
WendyA tree will grow soon.
WendyWhat technological terror is this?
WendyWhen I wear it, i-it's harder to see Abigail...
WendyIt broke apart.
WendyIt's draining the life from that creature...
WendyEven the mighty must fall.
WendyWe've brought on our own demise.
WendyThe ball of death burns brighter than ever.
WendyIt was so beautiful at its core.
WendyWill it rise again, I wonder?
WendyIt is not through yet.
WendyOh... it missed.
WendyIt's beautiful...
WendyNothing can escape death for long.
WendyPerhaps now death has finally claimed it.
WendyIt beckons me with the promise of endless slumber...
WendySo much pain.
WendyI wonder who used to own this.
WendyFor when I feel I can go no further.
WendyIt's for a burdensome boat anchor.
WendyA fruit that offers no sweetness.
WendyIt's still beating...
WendyIt beats no more.
WendyBurning from the inside... it must be agony.
WendyIt's been put out of its misery.
WendyIt is touched by darkness.
WendyThis tree was put to rest.
WendyMaybe if you're lucky, you'll get the chance to grow up.
WendyPerhaps it will grow next season. I can wait.
WendyThis doesn't feel like its final resting place.
WendyDon't worry. I'll bury you.
WendyIts future is unknown. Much like the rest of us.
WendyIt is full of the echoes of the dead.
WendyI hear the painful echoes of the dead.
WendyThat's dark even for me.
WendyNot very attractive.
WendySigns of the beast.
WendyDeath would be a kindness.
WendyDo you know any riddles?
WendyA deep rage brews within...
WendyThe gifts made it happier...
WendyA crown fit for a queen of dirt.
WendyIf only I could kick it.
WendyI suppose I'm to be crushed by a bug... an ironic end.
WendyIt's dead.
WendyBurnt to a crisp.
WendyWhatever's in there isn't dead yet.
WendyIt needs to boil.
WendyFinally, food.
WendyIt's covered in dust.