[Frowning down at the tablet, Quentin's head whips up as he looks back at Riku. This was a lot more-- practical and cynical than he thought it would be. Riku passionate speech aside, he did seem to like at least some of the spirits.
The big bird-person by the bonfire still freaked Quentin way the fuck out. Not the fact that he was a bird-person, but what the existence of a bird-person might say about this world. Or, about the world Rastus came from. Did he come from an egg? Was he a mammal? And what about the other spirits? Were they made? Born? Wished in to this world on the dying breathes of the children and adults that used to live here?
Quentin nods, answering in a whisper.]
You're not wrong. But. Trusting them, the green eyes ones, that's a risk. They can get inside our heads. I think, I mean, I saw things when they were around. And-- and the Librarian. Maybe it did something to me. But, I get your point.
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The big bird-person by the bonfire still freaked Quentin way the fuck out. Not the fact that he was a bird-person, but what the existence of a bird-person might say about this world. Or, about the world Rastus came from. Did he come from an egg? Was he a mammal? And what about the other spirits? Were they made? Born? Wished in to this world on the dying breathes of the children and adults that used to live here?
Quentin nods, answering in a whisper.]
You're not wrong. But. Trusting them, the green eyes ones, that's a risk. They can get inside our heads. I think, I mean, I saw things when they were around. And-- and the Librarian. Maybe it did something to me. But, I get your point.