[And it startles a laugh out of Quentin, which he quickly muffles in his sleeve because-- murder spirits? And also, because it sounds weird in the stillness of the forest to laugh like this. But he's smiling wide and arching an eyebrow at Ambrose.]
You flirt? Here? Yeah, okay. Why the hell not. Yeah, why not take chances since we're all dead anyway and this place seems. Seems pretty fucking intent on making us suffer. [And then in a quieter voice.] I know there has to be somewhere better than this. After, or just outside? It doesn't matter. Our stories don't end here.
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[And it startles a laugh out of Quentin, which he quickly muffles in his sleeve because-- murder spirits? And also, because it sounds weird in the stillness of the forest to laugh like this. But he's smiling wide and arching an eyebrow at Ambrose.]
You flirt? Here? Yeah, okay. Why the hell not. Yeah, why not take chances since we're all dead anyway and this place seems. Seems pretty fucking intent on making us suffer. [And then in a quieter voice.] I know there has to be somewhere better than this. After, or just outside? It doesn't matter. Our stories don't end here.