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Quentin Coldwater ([personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2020-10-10 06:33 pm (UTC)

"... jesus christ."

Quentin all but whispers it, not just because talking too loudly might wake some of the others up or because that's just what you in the dark. Near dark. Whatever. No, but because that thing? The thought about after?

Never really entered in to this. At any point.

Not until Alice casually mentions it, like this is something people think about when they're neck-deep in horror and gore and killing things. Like this is actually something he can think about now because--

It's almost over.

The Gods are in the bottles and it's almost time to find the Seam of Existence and they'll be gone. So gone that nothing and no one could ever find them again

And

Julia. Is breathing. Or, so he hopes because no one has stopped by to say otherwise.

And Eliot.

Is alive.

There's an after and they're almost there. Almost at the end and he doesn't have to sign himself over to the monster this time, or plan on how to defeat a beast with all the risks that came with that.

Quentin blinks stupidly at Alice for a few seconds, hands tightening around the cup. "I-- I never thought about that. We could... we could-- Alice, we could do anything."

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