And the smile on his face weavers a little, almost slipping off of his face completely because-- yeah, that could be what happened to everyone who died here and never came back. People like Eliot. Like Elena.
But it's gone in a flash and then Quentin is laughing softly again, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe. Maybe that's what happens. Or-- listen, or maybe they get eaten? By something really big. In the lake. Maybe they're used to buy safe passage for the next ferry."
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And the smile on his face weavers a little, almost slipping off of his face completely because-- yeah, that could be what happened to everyone who died here and never came back. People like Eliot. Like Elena.
But it's gone in a flash and then Quentin is laughing softly again, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe. Maybe that's what happens. Or-- listen, or maybe they get eaten? By something really big. In the lake. Maybe they're used to buy safe passage for the next ferry."