I--I thought that was what I was doing? Protecting that? Protecting everyone.

[And all of magic, because it had to be someone, why not him this time? Everyone else had already been through so much, had already giving so much of themselves and Quentin had escaped all of that with just a few more scars on his soul and a slightly heavier heart.

So, he'd thought - why the hell not.]

Yeah. That-- that really doesn't make it any better that everyone heard me. Jesus. Good thing I didn't know at the time.