
When the wall starts filling up with writing, that's when it turns dangerous. I know, because I did the same in that room.
Old human granny, I can hear that cane of yours every night.
Access to the cell requires authorization.
The better a child listens, the less they seem to last.

When the wall starts filling up with writing, that's when it turns dangerous. I know, because I did the same in that room.
Thirty years of transcribing, and the calamity beast's words were the one thing I never managed to hear. That's the one line still missing.

That writing on the wall isn't mine. Mine was plastered over long ago.