"Like Bert, I like him he's squishy and he doesn't try to eat your face." Delirium said, feeling a little more relaxed at the hand in her hair. It was like Death was there, stroking her hair again and telling her it would be alright. She remembered that, from before and how they had told her it would be better soon and that the change would stop hurting. They'd lied to her. It never stopped.

"But I'm all fixed now, all better see and- stop it! Stop STARING AT ME!" Delirium said, yelling at her sister standing beyond their gazes.