Oh please...

I wish to apologize. The harm that befell Brenden was of my making.

I am sorry.

Three words.

Get. Over. Yourself.

You know who this is directed towards. If you don't, don't sweat it, it's not 'important'.

Father, this place is full of strange lives. Are you that we will be entirely safe here?

I hate you.

All of you.

Ugh... feel horrible.... flu I think...

Can't even keep water down.... sleeping now.

Why so surprised? *smirk*

New pets for old, anyone?

I don't want any. Leave me be.

Secrets are answers that do not want their question.

I don't like them.

Quarreling. Fighting.

It's impossible to get peace here.

Go brawl and settle your differences, and let the rest of us get some sleep.