John: Investigate room for anything else of importance.
PCG: DON'T BE DENSE. OF COURSE THERE IS. AN ANGRY, TREMBLING DIGIT, TOWERING AND ERECT, POINTING DIRECTLY AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT, AND WE ARE ABOUT UP, AND THAT I ENDED UP HERE... HOWEVER THAT HAPPENED.
PCG: BECAUSE SHE'S BEING AN OVERLY EMOTIONAL DOG WHO WENT OFF WHIMPERING SOMEWHERE. I'M PRETTY SURE HE MEANT TO STAB YOU AGAIN, BUT HE WON'T HURT JADE FOR SOME REASON.
PCG: I MEAN IF YOU'RE READING THIS BULLSHIT.
PCG: IT'S KIND OF BREEZED THROUGH ALL THIS, ALL THE NUANCES OF PITY MANIFEST AS VARIOUS OTHER KINDS OF FEELINGS LIKE WHATEVER SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND.
PCG: IN FACT, YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
ARADIASPRITE: maybe y0u sh0uld ap0l0gize t0
ARADIASPRITE: sounds like a gh0st
You put on your head? Those don't belong there. You wonder what her deal was. It's old and damaged. Whatever is supposed to do with THIS?