Words of the Constant
I can find some small comfort in its warmth.
It's not long for this world...
The hottest flames burn out the quickest...
It has lost the warmth it once had.
I can find some small comfort in its warmth.
This came from a living creature.
It knows nothing but pain and hunger.
They lead such short, explosive lives.
A "puppy", frozen in time...
I can make that face too...
It gives food flavor.
It smells a bit nice.
Oh. It's nicely braided.
The life they contain is a mystery.
Cold and watery like a sailor's grave.
The insides of a mechanical demon.
Looks sticky.
They probably need help.
I don't know if it's worth it.
I have an urge to toss it.
Some things can't be preserved.
Not so dangerous now...
Child's play.
It looks so empty.
The gem has focused it.
May you find peace.
The shadow of death lies upon it.
Awakened from its eternal slumber.
I can feel their fear and loneliness.
It's trapped inside.
Empty.
I don't think they want us here.
I would be angry too.
He has risen from the grave!
I promise to use it well.
That I may walk a mile under your veil, Abby.
Abigail was always the strong one.
You have to take your medicine, Abigail.
You'll leave them reeling, Abby.
It has a bitter aftertaste.
You'll feel like yourself again soon, Abby.
Abby will make a big impression.
This time... I can protect you.
It's all I can do to help...
It's quite sugary.
The only gift I desire is a swift end...
Abby... how do I make the ribbon curly?
Temporary joy, meant to be consumed.
No one wants to be my friend.
Horrible evil in a festive coating.