Then Gwen realized he was simply wearing dark glasses that seemed to be a part of his face. Gwen leaned back. It's Saint Walter. And walked away. The Pessimist came up behind Gwen and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Teeth are for biting.
Somewhere, malicious forces congregated. Somewhere, fear and anger grew. And Gwen shuddered, and wondered where her friends had gone. Sometimes Saint Walter worried. He worried that maybe he wasn't a good person.