Words of the Constant
WendyDoes it impart an eternal slumber?
WendyWhat does it matter? I'll always feel cold inside.
WendyDoes this world need more beasts?
WendyI'm not afraid of spiders.
WendyDeath returns to the sender.
WendyIt will just take me from one unpleasant place to another.
WendyA broken mockery of what it once was.
WendyIt needs someplace warm to become whole again.
WendyOh, to rid the world of fluff.
WendyA prison for tiny insects.
WendyIt's just seaweed.
WendyThere's no more seaweed here.
WendyIt's like a very slimy whip.
WendyI don't even remember what's within anymore...
WendyAbigail always helped me tie the bow.
WendyWhat tormented inner lives they must have.
WendyYou were fast, little rabbit, but death is faster.
WendyIt's unspeakably burnt.
WendyI'm already practically invisible...
WendyI wasn't expecting that.
WendyPretty, but short-lived.
WendyI hold its life in my hands.
WendyLet's see you get out of this sugary trap!
WendyNo more can the butterfly soar.
WendyI hear they feed on the dead.
WendyNow it is truly free.
WendyPoor bird.
WendyThere can be a fate worse than death.
WendyI wouldn't mind rolling up in a blanket and forgetting my troubles...
WendyKnives out.
WendyFlattened.
WendyEven the knife-plant has a flower. Ugh.
WendyIt's still dangerous.
WendyIts defenses have been stripped away.
WendyA cold fish, dressed up in a seaweed jacket.
WendyDarkness is looming.
WendyI might survive this night!
WendyA vision of Hell!
WendyThe gloom encroaches.
WendyIt's a fire.
WendyThat is not a good sign.
WendySuch a cheery yellow... I can't stand it.
WendyYou're at my mercy, bird.
WendyPestilence and death will soon claim you.
WendyIt's for putting nice things in...
WendyTo explore to the ends of this wretched world.
WendyI must carry this weight... to the cannon, at least.
WendyHeehee...!
WendyOh. That might be... f-fun...
WendyI suppose I should try to be useful...