(Roger.) <...It's— I promise, I won't hurt any of you, I just happen to be a... a large, telepathic insect.>
(Yvette.) <...Good to meet you. You may call me Caster.>
…
(Its gaze is just locked the fuck on that hand.)
(The others look at the hand, too, then look at Caster, then back at the hand, then back at Caster again.)
…
Then I suppose you and I are similar. I moved to New York as a young man as well, though older than you. It's where I spent the rest of my mortal life.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia is still outside-
-Good news is that she's stopped screaming and sobbing-
-Bad new is she's just defaulted into a shaky, catatonic mess-
-Emitting an exhausted but constant whine-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She doesn't acknowledge him, though she does eventually go silent-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"You- stupid little-"
riiiiise from your grace
"'What was that for, you insipid twerp?!''"