Noice. Smort. - Wot Gorilla?

I can help you or make it worse, she said on her death bed

Even when you’re dead, you’ll find a way through

I don’t think I can pretend that nothing ever really happened

Make it worse

I have an enemy, It takes it out of me

You don’t remember us?

I have no remorse

You don’t have the right to judge, jump down off that horse

Are you happy now?

Honestly?