I don't need God. // Alexandre

[SETHIRAM]

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

Red shuddered at Alexandre's appearance, horridly skinny. And, though she was silent, hearing their xer voice was a sort of shock. Memories came forth, and Red shook her head. "You look terrible, kid." She managed to chuckle, looking to the basket. A living diet. The humor in her eye faded. "Ah. One of them." She shrugged. No biggy. Pushing the basket away, finding her own appetite gone, she focused back on Alexandre.

"Tell me something interesting and I'll consider donating to your cause. It's been dull above ground despite all the tension." She sat down, fiddling with the tooth.

— Reggan