VRISKA: I do hope she's ok. I've been trying to get in touch with her for a while now.
VRISKA: It's just been...
VRISKA: Just long enough, you know?
VRISKA: Oh, man. I've just spent three sweeps trying to wake her up.
VRISKA: I finally managed it once, but it was vain. She was too nice. I didn't succeed, unfortunately.
VRISKA: I guess I'm used to taking shortcuts whenever I'm adventuring here. I don't even think twice about it until it's absolutely necessary, like when fighting Jack.
VRISKA: Truthfully, I'm probably getting used to it. The journey to Nexus was tough enough without any ramps or hazardous chemicals.
VRISKA: Besides, you shouldn't have needed to wake her up in the first place. I can keep helping!
JOHN: well...
JOHN: she is...
JOHN: so.
JOHN: shiny.
JOHN: i dont know.
JOHN: do you see...
JOHN: glittering things?
VRISKA: Yes! And it's a whole lot of it.
JOHN: like interdimensional gems?
VRISKA: Yes! And all of it is shiny and beautiful.
JOHN: i do like it though. it reminds me of home. i used to live in a really nice place, like a big castle or something.
JOHN: i was so jealous of all the glittering shit in my dad's room. it was like finding a magic planet full of gold and silver and stuff.
JOHN: i wanted to see it, but i couldn't find it, so my dad had to stay asleep.
JOHN: and then i started dreaming about his stupid bedspread and his ugly face.
JOHN: i was so tempted to sleep on it...
JOHN: but i realized it was just a memory, bro.
VRISKA: Your dream self used to sleep on the floor of his dream stupor.
VRISKA: I think it was some kind of alien sleep.