Heh.

To think that a Sinner would be alone again.

When these deities and their curses can just lay you low whenever they feel the whim-

Bring back injuries you'd long past recovered- Pandemonium, you-

Some of you call this freedom?

You disgust me. This place disgusts me-

Why can I never-

This long, and still not fully recovered. My legion... they're slower. Less powerful.

Tch. Death becomes me.

I've been waiting for you, Sister Rosette.

Waiting, and I get told you're finally here, and what? Already picked apart? Toting gifts?

Don't make me laugh.

Be glad I'd feel utterly weak to pick off someone else's second helping. I' ( Read more... )

[water splashing, churning and a series of wet, choked, pants]

Fre- This is death? The ultimate freedom-

[hissed sounds of pain, voice is obviously strained, before it breaks into a raspy scream]

ROSETTE CHRISTOPHER! WHERE ARE YOU!?

[it's cut off by more sounds of floundering in water, more noises that would be expected by one set of hands] ( Read more... )