Why does It wear its skin like that? Surely It must be in pain? It will help It feel better.
It is no Lord, but this is still its domain, and It will protect it!
It can't have it! No no no no!
It climbs into its burrow! The Lords will not be pleased!
Snip, snip, stab!
It hates the metal room. It hates it!
Bargain, bargain, bargain-bargain...
It gave this, It got that, It gave this, It got that...
Bargain, bargain, It gave this, It got that...
It was punished for its gifts. It will not listen again!
Friend! It so enjoyed dying. It will return the favour!
It awoke with a gift! Does It want to see what it does?
It wriggles again! Is It ready to play some more?
It is draped in the Dreamer's energy. Can It feel it?
Esh circles It now! Its thoughts break like its bones!
The ice crawls across its skin now. Slowly. Does It see? Does It feel the avalanche?
Cook! Sizzle and fry like its kin and kith on the Red Pyre!
It looks weary. It will shake away the burden of its flesh.
It was not a Lord before. Now this domain is its own. Advance, taste.
It serves the domain!
So jealous, It is, but it is not for It!
Put away its happy kin, quickly!
It is here to help with the surgery!
It is going to fix It. Don't struggle.
Lord of this domain, command It!
It That Boasts dances and squawks but accomplishes nothing...
It That Once Glittered needs a friend, doesn't It?
It That Bashes needs its help!
It fights for love! It fights for its Queen!
It That Dismembers is a monster just like It! It likes It.
It came to fight! It came to cut, to impale, to rend!
It wants this domain... It needs it!
It takes the toys. It doesn't get any.
It undoes its hard work! It is an enemy of It!
It hears the Lords telling It to kill!
It That Protects will soon meet its ancestors...
It will take its other arm! And leg! And face!
It wants the face of It That Boasts. Give It its face?
It That Is Hairy calls It weak. It is not weak. It will prove it.
It will show its Queen love! Slashing, piercing, biting love!
All Its look the same. It will impale all of them!
Get out, get out, get out!
It will make It into splinters.
It is bad, very bad, misbehaving!
It is confused. It That Arrived is not meant to kill It That Fled.
It doesn't want to go nowhere! It wants to go somewhere!
The Red Pyre...! It will show It That Prays.
Lies! Nature yearns for It That Fled with grasping fingers!
It That Dismembers is not going to like what It reveals...
It still has emotions... hurting, writhing, hungry emotions...
It likes It and hates It, why can't It get along?
It comes to aid It That Fights!
Faster, faster! Fast as It fled!
Quicker, quicker! Many pieces! Many splinters!
Many organs for It to hold and whisper to...
It is the Lord of the Many with such joy and violence!
It That Glows must do what It commands!
It That Laughs will be absorbed in the new order!
Lord of the Many, It is, and It tells It what to do now! It must kill Its and bring It bone splinters!
Its Queen must now recognize its Lord!
It That Disassembles will have a special place in its domain now that It is in charge.
It did it! It defended its domain!
Its bones will make crisp white splinters.
Time now, with It gone.
Why is It still? Play with It! Play!
Just like home. One It dies, one It rises.
It can't have it. So says the Eternal It!
It won't be caught!
Its domain! Noooo!
It doesn't understand...
Why... why does It want its friends!?
It... was only playing...
No no no no, not the Lonely Place again!
Bargain... bargain... bargain-bargain...
Such agony! It can share with It if It wants...
Does It get to go through the Dark Place again?
Now It is It That Lost, too. Its are even... Its are fair...
It has failed the Lords. It seeks mercy! Give It mercy!
It... lost...? It hurts within It. Dull and sharp... still and moving...
It does not want to go to the Dark Place... the Lords whisper to It there. It needs to stay! It will do anything!
The hive buzzes with voices but It is all alone! Let It go. It wants to bring a friend from the Many.
A gift! Leave It in the Bright Place. Give strength to the Many. Give It a friend. Yes. That is the way to find It That Never Dies.
It is jealous. It does not like this place. It wants to be in another. Such pain and movement here. Does It allow It to go to another place? It will bring one of the Many back.
It wants to flee! Just let It flee!
It hears words It does not understand. The Lords nod and show their teeth when they hear the words. It can repeat them for It. Does it want to hear the words?
Such beautiful skins and claws It has collected. So sharp and shimmering. It will be sad to give such gifts to It, but It does not want to go to the Dark Place. Save It from the Dark Place and It can have its beauties.
The hive grows.
It moves to be close yet grows no closer.
It will remember the pain of separation.
Listen and do not blink.
Its gifts were chosen so carefully. It will miss them.
It has watched and listened to the Lords for an eternity. It can mimic them. It can sow many untruths about them. It will do this if It promises not to send It to the Dark Place.
Others think It cannot tell untruths, but It knows that many untruths are elsewhere truths. It can bring the truths to It That Never Dies, and the Lords would be punished. What does It think?
When It tries to befriend one of the Many, they leak from their skin. Such moisture! It thinks it is liquid fear. It can make the others feel fear until they flee, wet and shimmering, just like It did! Then It will let It go free?
It listens. It is always listening. Does it want to know what It has heard? It can repeat the words of the Many here.
It wants It to help It instead? It doesn't want to die. It was born flawed upon the Red Pyre, and did not rejoice like its siblings to be pulp and bone for the Lords. It would do anything not to go back to the blood and the dirt...
It hates its glow. Do you not see it? Blinding, burning, horrible! It must act against It!
It hates It That Is Hairy's brood. No thoughts, brood-mouths open, drooling power for the hated enemies from Before All. Animals, Its are. Diseased animals. It hates hates hates hates!
Its Queen did not love the gifts It gave Its Queen. Not It of Many Legs. Not It of Sharp Claws. Always its Queen is angry. So It gives its Queen more anger.
It That Dismembers breaks so many things! Turns bones to splinters and the splinters to dust! Leaves no splinters for It, even when It asks! It That Dismembers is so mean to It.
It That Disassembles tries to put the pieces back together. Always wrong. It can't make the pieces stay. Arms and faces and skin, a big pile. It wants to help, but It That Disassembles threatens It. So It gives up. Do whatever It wants with It That Disassembles.
Yes, yes, send it to the Dark Place!
It will die for its Lord!
It is just one of the Many. End It and another will come.
No! It won't go back to the Lonely Place. It will have to kill It!
Its suffering will be legendary!
Betray It. Do anything to It that It pleases. It grovels and begs and serves. All It asks is not to go back to the Dark Place, where the Lords whisper and laugh at It, mocking It, hurting It...
It That Protects would not squawk so if It knew what the Red Pyre teaches Its at birth...
It hates It That Prays! Such glowing! Hideous glowing...
It That Boasts is stupid. It has a creator. It fled from It.
It looks and sees and listens and does not understand.
It is so happy! It That Disassembles has made its heart awaken like warm muscle laid bare under the Broken Sun!
Why is It doing this to It?!
No! Not the Lonely Place!
It plays too rough!
The Many become The Few.
But... It was a Lord!