[Quentin is at the river again, watching the stars and universes swirl around in the water, all sparkling and bright. Like guiding lights, almost. Like something he should take a closer look at, except he keeps getting distracted.
There's Julia, calling his name from beyond the trees. Her voice low and beckoning, until she starts to plead.
Please, Q, just come back to me
And he wants to talk back, even if-- because how could she not be real? Even if she trapped him again, she would still be telling the truth. That none of this was real, that all of this was just his broken mind making stuff up to keep him here, keep him away from his life, because for some reason, he wanted this. Wanted to be miserable. Just like the Winter's Doe told him.
Oh, poor little Quentin. Feeling all alone and lost again, Alice jeers, her hand flashing blue fire from his left and she sound close enough to be right behind him. You know, I told you this would happen. You should have listened to me and let me go.
He turns, fast and unsteady.]
No, Alice! That's too dangerous and you know that! If you were you, you'd know that!
[Only, there's no Alice there. Just someone looking like Eliot, stepping out in to the small circle of light from Quentin's lantern on the ground.]
The end.
There's Julia, calling his name from beyond the trees. Her voice low and beckoning, until she starts to plead.
Please, Q, just come back to me
And he wants to talk back, even if-- because how could she not be real? Even if she trapped him again, she would still be telling the truth. That none of this was real, that all of this was just his broken mind making stuff up to keep him here, keep him away from his life, because for some reason, he wanted this. Wanted to be miserable. Just like the Winter's Doe told him.
Oh, poor little Quentin. Feeling all alone and lost again, Alice jeers, her hand flashing blue fire from his left and she sound close enough to be right behind him. You know, I told you this would happen. You should have listened to me and let me go.
He turns, fast and unsteady.]
No, Alice! That's too dangerous and you know that! If you were you, you'd know that!
[Only, there's no Alice there. Just someone looking like Eliot, stepping out in to the small circle of light from Quentin's lantern on the ground.]