Words of the Constant
WendyIt's nothing but ashes and memories.
WendyIt seems strength can only be found through suffering.
WendyAshes to ashes, dust to... this.
WendyHands-free lighting!
WendySuch a happy little glow... I despise it.
WendyWhen I am still, it is as lifeless as Abigail.
WendyWhy? No one will come.
WendySuch a striking likeness...
WendyIt is bare...
WendyWe must stick it in the cold, hard ground...
WendyHe must be lonely, trapped in such a small cage.
WendyMy, what magnificent horns you have!
WendyAll that remains of a once great beast.
WendyCold and lifeless.
WendyIt still possesses the warmth of life.
WendyIt has an overpowering, spicy smell...
WendyYou should go back to where it's dark.
WendyHow do you like being torn away from your family?
WendyStay down there, away from this horrible place.
WendyNature has played a cruel joke on this creature.
WendyAbigail keeps daring me to touch it...
WendySo this is what those things see.
WendyDown, down, down to the depths.
WendyLiving without the burden of intelligence must be nice.
WendyIt's filthy.
WendyCharred remains are all that's left.
WendyI never cared for climbing trees, no matter how many times Abby prodded me.
WendyFor a moment I let myself imagine it might take me home... when will I learn?
WendyThe scattered remains of some ill-fated machine.
WendyHer kingdom is built on nothing but sand, and one day it will topple.
WendyQueens don't usually scratch their backsides in public, do they Abigail?
WendyOh. They're so soft. And fuzzy.
WendyA captain must go down with her ship.
WendyIt makes my hair itch...
WendyCooked evil is still evil. Even in lasagna.
WendyEvilness pervades it.
WendyMeat turned dry and weird-tasting.
WendyLooks good, tastes horrible.
WendyIt's been ravaged by time.
WendyI felt a terrible chill run down my spine.
WendyBathed in pale eternal light...
WendyPerhaps it thirsts for a sacrifice. Where's Webber...
WendyThat doesn't look right...
WendySuch beauty can never last.
WendyGive up. You won't escape my grasp.
WendyIt's the way of all things.
WendyIt grows, against all odds.
WendyCaves. The moon's one weakness.
WendyDoes it reflect from the other side too, Abigail?
WendyIt's staring at me.