Mom
lecturing talking to you in the sewer and the locket after you've left the basement:
Do not fear me little one, I'm your guide and friend. Do not loathe your appearance, it is merely a mask through which truth may be conveyed. Ask yourself who you are and look all around you. For you are there, and there is another who is part of you. A great fire burns in the cellar of your heart. Be careful and wary of your noxious intent.
Mom when you've left the bathroom:
The rat king lies dead and with it may your fear die as well. Fear is the great inhibitor you must conquer before you can cross the threshold of awareness. The means to solve any dilemma lie at your disposal. Remember, where there is fire, there must be smoke. Answers smoulder in the recesses of thought and on the precipices of great fountains.
Great fountains indeed!
Origami, so it's mom talking about the "fire", not the co-cockroach. Nice word, btw. Almost as nice as the Dutch word for roach. For the benefit of the few non-Dutch participants in the crawlthrough (Pollo and Origami are Dutch too): it's
kakkerlak.
