#8 - The Sound of Her Wings

"I. Don't. Believe. It.
Let me tell you something, Dream. And I'm only going to say this once, so you'd better pay attention.
You are litterly the stupidiest. most self-centred, appalingest excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane!
An infantile, asolescent, pathetic specimen!
Feeling all sorry fo yourself because your little game is over, and you haven't got the--the balls to go and find a new one!
I don't believe this. Dream, you're as bad as, as--
As Desire!
Or worse!
Didn't it occur to you that i'd be worried silly about you?"

[Death, parecchio incazzata col fratellino]

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