(approx. Eat of my Flesh, drink of my Blood, and through me you shall have everlasting life.)

Slit my wrists, blood into the chalice, and Bob's your uncle.

That was not according to plan, but all of them will revive and we can just try again, right?

Why can't I feel them?

Why is it only those three in my head?

Why isn't my eye healing?

Why are my friends gone?

Why did Cid lie like that?

Why did I trust it?

Why am I alone here?

Why?

If my eye doesn't heal, and the people I gifted my power to stay dead, I can't be a real immortal. 

Right?

Ok, but those are normal things. I did most of them back in school. I just need to get...creative.

I hate Tolkien.

That wouldn't even work on me.

Forget them and just come party.

Well if it isn't little 'miss' consequences of 'her' own actions.

If you admit literally everything to ever go wrong in the entire universe was your fault.

In detail.

And that I was right about everything.

And suck my cock like the fag you are.

I might put you out of our misery. 

Or maybe I'll just file a complaint with the rangers and get you sent back to the park for good.

Being sad and pathetic for eternity isn't that bad. Come to H.F.I.L. (Cleveland) with me and we can do synchronized crying.

Or I could just try harder.

Really?

You had one job.

That was such a stupid sidequest to get it too.

What do you mean you don't deal with Animals?

Racist.

Let's try the other direction. It's a bit closer to the park than I would like but I think being an Animal should work in my favor for this one.

"If that's your reason, we don't even need to look into the paternal vs maternal inheritance of sin question. It's just not allowed."

"Oh so when Adam eats from the tree of knowledge it's part of the cosmological foundations of the universe. But when I want to do it I'm denied entry to paradise?"