transcript of amanda's thoughts three years ago when she first met with helena:

fucking hell! i shouldn't be doing this stuff, really. i'm gonna be partner with a fucking zombie called helena. [jeez... hanging out with a wyrm creature, are we now, amanda? oh fuck. were's this fucking stupid world coming to now?]

is it just me or am i missing something? why should we trust that wyrmie? i mean she's got enough pure power to influence and control even old jeremiah.

'but she fought and defeated a nexus crawler back in the old days' [said with a fucking stuffy old british sounding stupid dialect.]

- get real, jeremiah!!! she's having us on!!!-

oh well, i can't say no to his command. i gotta obey and serve [just like it always is. the men decide and the women obey...]. yeah, right. i'll show that dead bitch who's in fucking charge, jeremiah or amanda!

some time later.

well, all right. i am sorry. big fucking deal. sorry helena. you've fucking screwed with my mind as well now. i believe you. you're who you pretend to be. yeah, right. ok! sorry, i won't say another word.

mumbling:
'if i ever get to be alone with her she's gone find out why my fang dagger's called just that. _fang_ dagger.'

up yours!!!

much later.

all right, again. you did save my fucking ass down there in the black spiral pit. ok. i'll be quiet. for now anyway.

and gosh, doesn't time fly when you're having fun...

um, sorry helena for wrecking your place. i really didn't mean to. i can't fucking help myself when i drink alcohol. i sorta just phase out and have almost no control. oh, fuck! just charge it to my account. i bet you know the fucking number, right?

you know this is what happened back in school. me freaking out from drinking some gin. fucking hell. they blamed the carnage on some terrorist organisation back then. fifteen dead sixteen year olds, or something. oh shit. don't fucking cry mandy. get a grip!!! um, thanx again for holding me back last night.

you know, i'll even drive you to that meeting you were talking about, the other night. the one with those deadie friends of yours.

but they'd fucking better treat you well...

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