Glory: Where Is The Idiot Anyways?

Glory: Where is the idiot anyways?

Deathbringer: I’m right here.

Glory: Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time

Anemone: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Turtle: I think you mean cards. Anemone, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

Clearsight: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder? Darkstalker: Stop romanticizing the past.

Darkstalker: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Darkstalker: i became more evil if you’re curious Fathom: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Darkstalker: i’m going to get worse on purpose

Darkstalker: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Clearsight: Twelve, actually. Darkstalker: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Clearsight: Yours! Darkstalker: That's right: no one's.

Winter: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Moon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Winter: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Qibli: edible