I just want the dead back. I don't want anything else, I don't give a fuck about people, I don't care what they think or think they know, it's meaningless to me. A little madness for the heiress in Spring is wholesome, even for the servants. They seem happy. They see it every day here, beauty is not reasoned, it just is. Reap it.
Be astonished, barely speak, you all deserve what's coming. The things I say come true, wait and see.