Fuck.
And I thought I was a bitch.
Instead, I'm all bleedy.
My love, you keep our fainting willow safe from that bitch.
Terra, darling, I know you hate me. You've got reason. But I want you to get the hell out of our world, and stay out. Go far, far away. That bitch wanted the secrets of the slave crown from me. I'm sorry to say she got it. Darling girl, I'm sorry. I've paid quite dearly for that little invention. If you could see me now, eh? Thing is, she may or not learn of you. She seems to like the powerful. Get. The hell. Out. Got it, sweet pea?
Take Terra as far away from our world as possible. Just do it.
Still king, right?
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. . .
But maybe they could come fetch me. It's cold. I'm bleedy.