Words of the Constant
WendyAre you ever afraid?
WendyFeels impersonal.
WendyAre we all just being controlled?
WendyIt's impossible to eat like that.
WendyI've eaten worse.
WendyI've thought about it too, Abby.
WendyI wonder what remains.
WendyWhat must it be like, to lose a piece of oneself and feel nothing?
WendyToo bad Abby can't do the same.
WendyOh. Hello.
WendyIt's too busy to bother with me.
WendyIt's too busy to bother with me.
WendyDead to the world.
WendyPoor little machine. Is nobody paying attention to you?
WendyWhat if the enemy is my own heart?
WendyWhen will it be enough?
WendyWhat does it do?
WendyA brief light in a dark life.
WendyIt reminds me of my mother.
WendyWhat color were mother's eyes?
WendyThe stick is as twisted as my soul.
WendyThere's nothing left of it.
WendyIt demands an offering.
WendyThe highest honor this beast of burden will likely ever receive.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyWhat a sweet little doll.
WendyMr. Judge might like to see it.
WendyMerely a lonely part of a completed whole.
WendyMerely a lonely part of a completed whole.
WendyMerely a lonely part of a completed whole.
WendyWhere my beefalo will await judgment.
WendyWhere should I lay it to rest, I wonder?
WendyMother liked to sew matching outfits for Abigail and I.
WendyIt needs to be put together before it can be of any use.
WendyWhat a strange little booth.