[The words come, but slowly. Like he has to drag them up from somewhere far away, and Alice is really starting to piss him off. Her voice goes shrill and accusing, and there's a delicate hand pointing at Eliot. Quentin tries to tune her out, focusing on Eliot. Eliot, who looks-- it's hard, because there's a second face overlaying it. Like there's two of him, existing in the same space, but tired and worn down, the lines between his eyebrows too prominent.]
Julia. [It comes out as a gasp.] She's in the cabin. I-- I can't listen to her anymore. She keeps finding me, and I-- and I don't know what to do.
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[The words come, but slowly. Like he has to drag them up from somewhere far away, and Alice is really starting to piss him off. Her voice goes shrill and accusing, and there's a delicate hand pointing at Eliot. Quentin tries to tune her out, focusing on Eliot. Eliot, who looks-- it's hard, because there's a second face overlaying it. Like there's two of him, existing in the same space, but tired and worn down, the lines between his eyebrows too prominent.]
Julia. [It comes out as a gasp.] She's in the cabin. I-- I can't listen to her anymore. She keeps finding me, and I-- and I don't know what to do.