That, or worse. But not--not the Void-touched. [ A frowning beat, and he emphasizes: ] Look, I know it sounds naive, but outside of absolute freak intervention like what happened with Murphy, I don't think we'd turn on each other. 

[ In the second of quiet after, Quentin's knee starts to bounce, a plain involuntary indicator of how quickly his mind is racing ahead of this conversation. He jumps too far forward. ] I know when I tell people that no one hurt me over the All-Sight, they say it was because John was there. But he wasn't happy with what I did either. He could have stopped me any time, I gave him chance after chance and--and he didn't. No one did.

[ His mouth drops open when he realizes how far he's gone. Quentin rewinds with one hands, gives an absolutely flippant explanation. ] 

When we went looking for her eyes--the All-Sight--I was the one that found it. To keep it safe while we decided what to with it--give it to her, use it to negotiate, just fuckin break it--I asked John Gaius to put it inside me. It was like, um. It was a mirror. It fit right here, [ Knuckles skim the left side of his chest. ] once he took a lung out.