I would like to know what you are attempting to do, my precious little girl. How dare you try and sway he that is. We are not moved by your words. Will you whisper these tales to the horde? Will the blinded witness the truth you wish to present, will the deaf hear the story you wish to tell?
Lend your voice to these walking corpses a little longer. See what hell comes knocking, all alone to lead without your witch. How well will you fair without her care? Dare you test it?
I'm waiting for what you have to say. Say it.
Will you tell them or will you bite your tongue? Be wise, you aren't deciding for just one.
I visited the third asylum girl. She brought some surprises with her, it was fun to see the look on Jake's face. He was angry and sad, but the fear was evident too. It brought back fond memories of Cam's death.
Elaine wasn't helping herself. She looked small and pathetic like when she was in the asylum. Couldn't just stay down, wouldn't just let me do what I needed to. Bitch needs to go back home, go back to the asylum.
Second asylum girl interfered. I saw her earlier driving, lost her in the woods. Clever girl found me, I should have known. The Lady learned well, learned fast to adapt; subdued this body and saved the others.
Executor rebuilt me for a third time. I seem to have a habit of dying when trying to save you, Shady. Why can't you understand? Sometimes you just have to die to accomplish things.
Elaine, you better wise up if you want to survive.
Hello things, I've come to leave a note that your precious 269 is functioning just as fine, perhaps better than before; and will be back to posting soon. He's had to run some errands for me in the meantime.
My heart is cold and dead inside, I can't keep you all.
There simply isn't enough room.
Not enough love.
I have been watching. Does the silence trouble you? Good, I am happy to satisfy your needs. Little asylum girls, you look troubled. I'll have to visit you all soon, I want to touch and squeeze the life bit by bit from your lungs.
This is what you wanted. Blame the little Lady. She kicked and screamed, begged and raged. RAGED. SHE WANTED THIS. All along. She wanted the act to fall. Feels lighter to stop playing stupid. Don't you realize now that you've left me without guidelines to play by? Blame her. HATE HER. Go against one another, humans do that best. Make it easier for me.
Little asylum girls.
You wanted answers.
You want to know why.
Bad news: No guidelines anymore.
Good news: You don't have to squint to read my messages.
I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll prob'ly go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride