[Quentin offers, shaking his head and ignoring, ignoring, ignoring the comments and the calls and the sweet smell of candy.]
He wasn't-- anything like you? Like a child, maybe? But. Angry. So, so angry. Ora, the. She was the one who looked after him? Said he was made of pure want. And he wanted a lot of things.
[He shudders, somewhere between remembering and still hearing that soft and wrong voice in his ear.]
The hands are the worst. But I was there? I had to stay close in case, but also-- I couldn't. I'm sorry that I couldn't--
[Be in bed and wake up with the monster looming over him.]
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[Quentin offers, shaking his head and ignoring, ignoring, ignoring the comments and the calls and the sweet smell of candy.]
He wasn't-- anything like you? Like a child, maybe? But. Angry. So, so angry. Ora, the. She was the one who looked after him? Said he was made of pure want. And he wanted a lot of things.
[He shudders, somewhere between remembering and still hearing that soft and wrong voice in his ear.]
The hands are the worst. But I was there? I had to stay close in case, but also-- I couldn't. I'm sorry that I couldn't--
[Be in bed and wake up with the monster looming over him.]