[audio]
Ohhh... I keep falling out of time. The future comes backwards to see me, but the past never followed me forwards, not before now. There's so much confusion, everything all playing at once... I can't see. Not the right way, I can't see clear...
I remember that moon's whisperings, when we were almost a family. Naughty slayers. The second was a kitten covered in chocolate, all claws and cream and wrong.
No, I see her--now she's a pretty little bird, caught with a broken wing.
SNAP! The best lullaby I ever sang.
Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the--
Shhh. No blackberries today. Little Anne likes brandied pears much better, and Mum has her honey... their throats are gone, and they won't eat anymore. Mummy won't sing. Mum...? [there's a high-pitched, keening whine that deteriorates first into sobs, and then into strange, strangled laughter] Your princess is a good devil-child, Angelus. She'll sing and bleed just for you, hmm?
I remember that moon's whisperings, when we were almost a family. Naughty slayers. The second was a kitten covered in chocolate, all claws and cream and wrong.
No, I see her--now she's a pretty little bird, caught with a broken wing.
SNAP! The best lullaby I ever sang.
Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the--
Shhh. No blackberries today. Little Anne likes brandied pears much better, and Mum has her honey... their throats are gone, and they won't eat anymore. Mummy won't sing. Mum...? [there's a high-pitched, keening whine that deteriorates first into sobs, and then into strange, strangled laughter] Your princess is a good devil-child, Angelus. She'll sing and bleed just for you, hmm?