Words of the Constant
WendySigh. I suppose all these vegetables will keep my strength up...
WendyWill I live to see this grow?
WendyTake us far from here.
WendyWe can't do that again for awhile.
WendyOh well. I hope it's a quick death.
WendyA beacon of hope left unlit... How fitting.
WendyHope springs infernal.
WendyI think I know where it goes...
WendyThere is no light to be found.
WendyA deathly light dances across the room.
WendyScrawlings of a tongue lost to time.
WendyA people struck by famine and sorrow.
WendyA piece of their story, lost to time.
WendyThey are consumed by darkness.
WendyThen, rebirth.
WendyFinally, a city, full of life.
WendyA tortured soul.
WendyAn instrument for industry and murder.
WendyEnjoy your youth. Soon you will learn the terrors of the real world.
WendyDon't wake up.
WendyA spacious sack to increase one's burden.
WendyA balanced breakfast to start another miserable day.
WendyWhat more can I lose?
WendyA colorful reminder that my childhood is no more.
WendyCan he make one for Abigail?
WendyWhat is the point of celebrating in a place such as this?
WendySail far away from here, little balloon.
WendyWill it make me swift enough to outrun my problems?
WendyThese look as deflated as I feel...
WendyWhy try to prolong the inevitable?
WendyBananas that grow in the sun... how unnatural.
WendyI... like it.
WendyI used to eat these with Abigail...
WendyThere's no salve for the pain of existence.
WendyAn ephemeral remedy woven from vanitas itself.
WendyWe pried it from its home.
WendyMy pita is filled with disappointment.
WendyThey make starving seem almost appealing...
WendyIt's cold...
WendyIt's... chewy.
WendyI like my noodles plain, with butter.
WendyTrying to break it would be pointless.
WendyA creature of the night.
WendyAn enchanted weapon. How exciting!
WendyThey're just lurking in there...
WendyTo mask the smell of sorrow and death.
WendyIt won't be bothering us anymore.
WendyThis feels silly.
WendyIt doesn't look more appetizing now.
WendyA hollow container.