Words of the Constant

Wendy

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

Wendy

Shall we play a game of dress-up, Abigail?

Wendy

The fire has grown cold.

Wendy

A gentle glow from a gentle creature.

Wendy

The fire has grown cold.

Wendy

Somehow, its presence puts my mind at ease.

Wendy

The fire has grown cold.

Wendy

Look how it glitters in the firelight, Abigail!

Wendy

I wonder whose head it toppled from.

Wendy

Poor creatures, sleep is only a temporary escape.

Wendy

One of us will be sent to a watery grave...

Wendy

A crumbling edifice of sand... it's not even decorated.

Wendy

Futile.

Wendy

It wants to drag me down to the icy depths of the sea.

Wendy

You can't hide forever, crab.

Wendy

You're a pawn.

Wendy

Is your agression an attempt to fill the void?

Wendy

Oh. The abyss is staring back at me...

Wendy

Its adorable face nearly brings me to tears.

Wendy

My, what big eyes you have.

Wendy

It likes to bounce along with Abigail.

Wendy

May we gaze into the abyss... together.

Wendy

Its snuggles almost make me forget.

Wendy

Cursed with nine lives. Poor thing.

Wendy

The softest creature in the hardest world.

Wendy

Your beauty will fade too, you know.

Wendy

It's so happy.

Wendy

Blissfully unaware of mortal troubles...

Wendy

Take thy beak from out my heart!

Wendy

He is mine.

Wendy

The little guy is falling apart.

Wendy

It has an aura of malevolence... and monkeyness.

Wendy

It never even knew it was alive. How fortunate.

Wendy

Sigh. Very well, I'll play "pirates".

Wendy

Fleeting, just like life.

Wendy

The blade has sentenced you to death.

Wendy

The better to mark graves with.

Wendy

Kindness only begets more pain...

Wendy

What a pitiful creature.

Wendy

A soul crushed by the weight of the inescapable past.

Wendy

He seems hungry for power. Perhaps to fill the void within.

Wendy

The rage is a mask to hide his pain.

Wendy

It is too strong, and I am too weak.

Wendy

We are all tethered to this place in one way or another.

Wendy

This, a fitting final meal.

Wendy

The sea rejects its dead.

Wendy

It's burning brightly.

Wendy

Used up and done for.

Wendy

Everything dies.

Wendy

This tree is spooky. I bet it likes Halloween.