"Oooooh, shiny, shiny." Dolly was enjoying the company and when the silver trinket fell to her feet, practically begging for her attention, there was no way that she could resist it. There was a nice coolness to the metal as she picked it up and held it in her hand. The arguing actually had her reminiscing about her family. It was nostalgic to Dolly, while it would have been sad and borderline scarring to any other sound minded person. Thankfully, that was not the case with the mad demon talker. As she eyed the shiny goblet as she spoke loudly. "Reeeeed. I hear voices. Voices of demons and lost souls. Most of the souls of the damned and lost can do nothing but wander, as do I. They see things. Hear things. The first dead man's wives said that his heart was rot with murder. Both women anchored to this world with black hearts craving vengeance. Could you blame them?"<br/><br/>She idly walked around the havoc as she continued to marvel at the detail. "Though monkey boy did jump the gun, it was no big loss. Have you any idea how many prisoners he's raped? And don't go making excuses for your 'act now, think later' attitude, blind man. It was pure dumb luck that he had a black soul. Question me all you want my dear, but if there's anything I am well versed it, it is sin." Another smile and eerie laugh later and she eyed a small stream. Upon tiptoes she walked to the smooth running stream scooped up the crystal clear fluid with added interest. "Calm down Red, and play nice. Do you two really have time to be flirting like this?" Up she sat and swirled her finger in the contents of the goblet. She hadn't had a refreshing drink in hours and this was really tempting.<br/><br/>"It might calm her heated nerves if you told her who you were. I could care less... I just wanted friends. They..." she pointed a finger to the temple of her head, " talk way too much. Misery does love company, after all." The cool metal met warm lips as the liquid travel down her throat and over and over....