Just talking about this and it brings back memories. Maybe that's the whole point of this, of pieces of them all dropping down around their ears and some day soon, Quentin is going to sit down and log the ones he's seen himself.

To see if there's something that connects them, either the people he found or the memories themselves.

Not today, though, because Vanitas is still looking... strange. Or, he's not sneering or twisting his mouth in to something closer to a snarl than a smile. He's not really doing much of anything.

Except ask really weird questions about-- love. About Alice, and Quentin misses her, of course he does. They made up just before going to the Seam. Just a day before he died so yeah, that hurts.

Watching Eliot, this Eliot, go about his business like they hadn't lived a life together once. That hurt on a completely different scale. His face falls, just before he takes a deep breath.

"Not all the time."

Quentin shrugs. "The times when it doesn't hurt makes it all worth it."