And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter.
I could make myself...sleep. But not yet. Not until I undo what he has done and heal this wound - a wound first inflicted on me, but then one that I let bleed out to cause all of this.
I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours.
Congratulations on completing the week, unfortunately you did not meet your special obligations under Paragraph 4.
I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
Small souls trapped in prisons of my making now set to new purpose and used in ways I never thought imaginable.
he lead them there again. He overpowered them again. And he robbed them of the only thing that they had. Again.
This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called.
Things are found here quite often and while we aren't sure why, what we do know is that they can be used for parts.
