Words of the Constant
WendyIt takes things away. I cannot follow.
WendyIt takes things away. I cannot follow.
WendyIt's dead...
WendyOh no...
WendyIt all crumbles to ash, in the end.
WendyNot everything can be brought back.
WendyIt's dead...
WendyIt helps stave off the encroaching cold.
WendyDoes that mean my day to die is here?
WendyWhy do I feel that it is measuring our mortality?
WendyMakes me think of holidays with Abigail.
WendyThe end is almost nigh.
WendyAt least something is warm in this world.
WendyI suppose I could eat something.
WendyA place to cook dead things.
WendyI'm going to eat you.
WendyNot nearly sweet enough to balance out this bitter world.
WendyIf you eat it right... the end gets sharp...
WendyIt is filled with chunks of evil.
WendyIt tastes okay, but I've grown tired of logs...
WendyI'm going to lick all the icing off...
WendyI don't want Winter's Feast to end...
WendyI missed cocoa.
WendySo aggressively delicious. You can't help but feel better.
WendyDo you like this one, Abigail?
WendyThis is one of my favorites.
WendyA remembrance of past carnage.
WendyShould old acquaintance be forgot.
WendyBright lights... Cold nights...
WendyJust lovely.
WendyOh.
WendyDeath comes for all of us...
WendyOh, joy.
WendyIt's not ready yet.
WendyDeath comes for all of us...
WendyWe can plant a Winter's Feast tree.
WendyA damp and dreary home.
WendyThis world has made it hard, and sharp.
WendyIts hard exterior shelters it from the cruel outside world.
WendyIt's met its maker. I've met my lunch.
WendyIt's a feast!
WendyShe's... soft. And nice.
WendyShe's... soft. And nice.
WendyI wonder how she came to this miserable place.
WendyI wonder how she came to this miserable place.
WendyWoby loves these.
WendyI don't trust Wolfgang. Fear makes people dangerous.
WendyFire won't protect you, Wolfgang.
WendyHi Wolfgang. Why are you shaking?
WendyWolfgang... Everyone leaves...