you guys are sick.
it means she's screwed up.
can you say anything but "cool"?
i could go for that.
jesus.
what's it doing?!
he's still working on the game.
she looks like shit. wan, with sunken eyes and mussed up hair. mascara has run down her cheeks, and even now, tears are trickling from her eyes. yet despite this, there's a dazed smile on her face. we can't hear her, but she seems to be talking to the television.
i am awake. don't you see them?
angels. there are angels inside.
is convulsing now, and tiny sparks are racing around her eyes.
lies on the ground, unconscious. glass scattered all around her.
one of these cities, is the place you seek. the teller of truths will take you there. but the city of lies, is dark and bleak. and death is certain if you enter, beware.
i am the truth teller. where should i take you?
is that your question?
you have no time. what is your question?
you have no time.
stands in the boat. in an instant, night has fallen. she is a silhouette in the moonlight.
the city of truth.
give her a chance, will you?