Quentin lets him go, and blinks back slowly, the slime on his face stretching his mouth too much, a cartoon smile that hurts.

"We die and don't come back. We've been over this, you know."

Since Kuai Liang steps back, there's no reason for Quentin to move and he doesn't, he just stands there, hands by his side. "We do, but nothing I've tried works. It just keep changing, no matter what I do. And stepping away from it really doesn't work."

"It's this place. These spirits."