Jean saw a lot of it in my head, when she was making sure there weren't any...well. He once took my fire out and replaced it with the cup of acceptance. He made me all sorts of people when he was bored enough.
I'll tell her she can tell you. It's - fuck, darling, it's so ugly. But.
[But Jedao chose to know rather than go crazy wondering. He supposes, despite every instinct to the contrary, Quentin has the right to make the same choice.]
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[Just a trace bitterly.]
Jean saw a lot of it in my head, when she was making sure there weren't any...well. He once took my fire out and replaced it with the cup of acceptance. He made me all sorts of people when he was bored enough.
I'll tell her she can tell you. It's - fuck, darling, it's so ugly. But.
[But Jedao chose to know rather than go crazy wondering. He supposes, despite every instinct to the contrary, Quentin has the right to make the same choice.]