[Zelda's response comes later in the day, after others discuss the idea and she fights with herself over whether she even wants to respond. But after a bit of asking around and shifting through her notes, she writes...]
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
[Zelda receives a paper that appears to have been dipped in fresh blood and then dipped again in something black and sticky. She will receive no further response.]
note, delivered the morning of June 1st
with flesh under your nails and hair between your teeth
[The poem is written in blood.]
no subject
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
no subject