[It's two steps forward and one back, and Julia's calls rise up, like she's crying softly in to his ear, begging him with a small, tear-choked voice and Alice-- oh, Alice.

But Quentin clenches his jaw and stares straight ahead, holding on to Eliot so tightly.]

Lucius wasn't the dimwitted one, that was his son. Lucius was just-- protecting his family. By any means necessary. But-- no, I could never see you kneel for anyone.