[Quentin says that with more certainty than he feels, but still. Peter wouldn't lose it. He'd do what every last one of them had been force to through circumstance and bad luck, and the knowledge that people you care deeply about, people you love will die and there's nothing you can do about it.]
Maybe you'd understand why I sometimes want to set the world on fire? Not, you know, literally [yes, literally] but. You'd find a way to deal with it, because you don't get a choice not to.
[He shrugs, how does he do it? Maybe it's the force of habit, when it comes down to it. Because this wasn't the first time he'd seen Eliot die. This wasn't even close to the first time he'd lost someone he loved so deeply that losing them made his heart feel like a raw and open wound for months.] I don't get a choice either. He's-- he was here and then he wasn't and now. Now he's back.
[Not the same as before, no. This Eliot never pulled a gun and tried to kill a monster so Quentin wouldn't spend eternity in a dark hole at the end of the world, a babysitter to before-mentioned monster so it wouldn't try to escape in to the world.
This Eliot never did that, and this Eliot was never possessed by the Monster. Doesn't have blood on his hands, well--not as much and not as innocent. And he doesn't remember Quentin dying to save him either, so maybe it's a good trade-off in the end.]
No, never. But I did learn sleight of hand and magic tricks to impress a girl. Not magic-magic, but you know. Street magic, card tricks and disappearing coins.
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[Quentin says that with more certainty than he feels, but still. Peter wouldn't lose it. He'd do what every last one of them had been force to through circumstance and bad luck, and the knowledge that people you care deeply about, people you love will die and there's nothing you can do about it.]
Maybe you'd understand why I sometimes want to set the world on fire? Not, you know, literally [yes, literally] but. You'd find a way to deal with it, because you don't get a choice not to.
[He shrugs, how does he do it? Maybe it's the force of habit, when it comes down to it. Because this wasn't the first time he'd seen Eliot die. This wasn't even close to the first time he'd lost someone he loved so deeply that losing them made his heart feel like a raw and open wound for months.] I don't get a choice either. He's-- he was here and then he wasn't and now. Now he's back.
[Not the same as before, no. This Eliot never pulled a gun and tried to kill a monster so Quentin wouldn't spend eternity in a dark hole at the end of the world, a babysitter to before-mentioned monster so it wouldn't try to escape in to the world.
This Eliot never did that, and this Eliot was never possessed by the Monster. Doesn't have blood on his hands, well--not as much and not as innocent. And he doesn't remember Quentin dying to save him either, so maybe it's a good trade-off in the end.]
No, never. But I did learn sleight of hand and magic tricks to impress a girl. Not magic-magic, but you know. Street magic, card tricks and disappearing coins.