Words of the Constant

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Survivor

My heart has no desire to sing.

Weaponized Warble

My heart has no desire to sing.

Fireproof Falsetto

My heart has no desire to sing.

Heartrending Ballad

I only like tragedies.

Startling Soliloquy

My heart has no desire to sing.

Warrior's Reprise

I only like tragedies.

My heart has no desire to sing.

Enlightened Lullaby

My heart has no desire to sing.

Bel Canto of Courage

My heart has no desire to sing.

Clear Minded Cadenza

My heart has no desire to sing.

If only I could fly away.

They once held such great potential.

Cooked Batilisk Wing

That's just nasty.

It could crush me in one blow. I wish it would.

Reduced to ashes, scattered on the wind.

Laid to rest.

Is this what you really want?

I already carry the coldness within.

Polar Bearger Bin

Death surrounds us. Well, our torsos anyhow.

Hibearnation Vest

It smells like death.

May it give my beefalo more luck than I've had.

Lucky Beast Costume Pattern

For veiling oneself in the fuzzy skins of the fallen.

Sleep is but a temporary death.

I'd steer clear of that stinger.

Be still, little one.

Burnt honey.

Their toils have been fruitful!

Their stolen labor tastes so sweet.

Work, bees!

Their toils have been fruitful!

Toil on.

Burnt honey.

Their toils have been fruitful!

There are only memories of sweetness here.

Work, bees!

Their toils have been fruitful!

Toil on.

Dead, but perhaps not departed.

Not you too...

I wonder if it misses its old family?

He follows me unto his doom.

What demented thoughts must lie behind those eyes.

At least we have each other for company.

His nakedness is now on display.

The world has wronged you.

More of the world is within the beast than without.

Together we can venture far.

To sleep, perchance to dream.

I wouldn't want my beefalo to starve.

To cover one's head.