[He's too tired to argue, too worn down to make more than the token grunt, because it's not going to help. Julia is still going to be calling for him from the drains and Alice found a way in to the kitchen, her hands poking through the walls to push at him.
And the monster.
Quentin knows where it sleeps at night, because it likes him.
Instead, he just nods slowly and takes a deep breath.]
Peaches and plums. It didn't know about-- it didn't know about any of that. If you say it, I'll know it's you.
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And the monster.
Quentin knows where it sleeps at night, because it likes him.
Instead, he just nods slowly and takes a deep breath.]
Peaches and plums. It didn't know about-- it didn't know about any of that. If you say it, I'll know it's you.
[Again and again, for always.]