#slightly altered

Pixlriffs: Katherine is dating a convict.

False: What's she in for?

Pixlriffs: Homicide and magic-relared crimes.

Vi: *winks at Caitlyn*

Gabrielle: You haven't said I love you since LAST YEAR.

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Soraka: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to her.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT)-Towards the biggest tree in your yard.

HALF LIGHT-The one with the unidentifiable shape gently swinging from a noose.

THE TREE-It looms over you, like a pillar of death, you feel small and insignificant before it

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT-What’s this? We’re afraid of a tree? Pussy.

PAIN THRESHOLD (Godly:Failure)-This tree bears our deepest agonies. We have every right to be afraid.

SOMETHING-An indistinguishable thing hangs from the branch, the only thing you can clearly make out is the bright white eye staring at you.

“Do you remember the scent of your childhood?”

1. What *is* this?

2. What are you? <

3. I don’t remember

4. I was born in a hospital, where people usually go to die

YOU- What are you?

SOMETHING- I’m exactly what it says on the tin. Now answer the question.

1. What *is* this?

2. I don’t remember <

3. I was born in a hospital, where people usually go to die

YOU- I don’t remember

SOMETHING- Do you remember your sister’s hand holding your own?

1. I’m not answering until you tell me what’s happening

2. You mean Mari? <

YOU- You mean Mari?

SOMETHING-Yes, her. Tell me, do you remember her?

ENCYCLOPEDIA- Of course we remember her! She has purple hair, a purple vest over a white shirt with and a purple skirt and red necktie. She always has a picnic basket and a warm smile.

SOMETHING- Wrong

YOU- What do you mean?

SOMETHING - I’m talking about the *real* Mari. Not the one you made up to fill the cracks in your empty heart.

INLAND EMPIRE [Godly: Success] - Black hair, neatly pressed school uniform. Piano music. It’s the same song again, always the same song. She’s trying to make it perfect for the big night, always practicing, shut away in that room…

VOLITION- No, enough of that. Don’t think about it.

SOMETHING- Tell me, where are your friends? Human beings have friends Sunny-boy, where the hell are yours?

YOU- I don’t know

SOMETHING- Don’t know, hey? And why is that, I wonder? Could it have anything to do with the whole *not going outside* thing?

1. I’ve seen you before…….

2. I’m tired <

3. Help……me…

YOU- I’m tired

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - You’re what now? I can’t hear you over the sound of this jumbled-up word dream. It’s all garbage. The pictures are gone, your bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. It feels more like glass than velvet, *grinding* up here in your head.

LIMBIC SYSTEM- Something is *wrong*. Sleep isn’t usually this bad. This dry. This *unsafe*. There’s something wrong with your head……a lingering feeling that won’t go away.

YOU- What? No!

LIMBIC SYSTEM- Oh yes sleepy boy. It doesn’t go away, it will always be here, lurking around the corners, waiting for you to drop your guard. Here it comes, so soon already! An alarm goes off, like clockwork. Barely letting you sleep at all. Time to get up, Sunny!

Klaus: I don't have a grave

Five: I think you were possessed