I can’t just turn this on. I’m not like you guys. I don’t have claws, or glowing eyes or super senses. I just have voices in my head.
Now what I don’t understand is why anyone would want to get massively, falling down drunk in front of an open fire.
Lydia, look at me. Don’t listen. Okay, don’t listen to it. Just focus on my voice, Lydia. Don’t listen to it, block it out. Okay?