Will, upon Matthew’s arrival at the institute: Okay kid, if you’re going to be a part of this family, you have to be put on rotation for the Weekly Sacrifice
Matthew: The what?
James: Each week, one of us has to pretend to be sick so that he can call Brother Zachariah over.
Will: You’re the newcomer, so it’s your turn, and-
Matthew, having crawled into bed, shivering under blankets, wailing: CALL THE BROTHERS, I AM MOST VILELY ILL!!!
James: A common cold would suffice…
Matthew: I HAVE DROPSY! DEATH IS IMMINENT! AH, DEAR LOST YOUTH
Will: …Excessive. I like it.













