Oh, Madame Lee, how fascinating a being you are.
A being of grief. A being of hatred and love. How fascinating it is, that you can love amidst it all.
You need love in a cruel world like this. But he was taken away from you, your brother. You watched it happen. Does it haunt you, Vera Lee? What happened?
Does it taint the way you love, dearest Vera Lee? Do you fear love? Intimacy? Does she make you less afraid of such things? Does she help instead of hurt? How much do you know of her past? Do you think she can love you, too.
..What happens to you, when she becomes too much for you? What happens whenever she is too stingingly bitter and sour for your sweet-preferring tastebuds? What happens when you tire of the Ghostwalker’s antics? How do you know that she shalnt hurt thee too?
The Maw is no daft amalgamate. We see.
i’d never get tired of her. what makes you think that? she’s one of my closest friends.
she’s always acted differently around me than she does around the others. it’s strange, but sweet.
and now she’s trapped in some fuck ass other dimension. if you think i’m just gonna leave her there, you’re insane.