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Quentin Smith, 23

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[Later - later, when she's alone, or as alone as she can be when she's sandwiched between Eddie and Billy, and she can't bear to look at what she's done and she feels -

Clarity, maybe. A vague understanding. ]

i can't do it. i meant that. kieren -
he did it, and it destroyed us.

would you hate me if i asked you to do it.
because we're not friends.

JEM

so that's a no

what were you expecting??

what about john
what about the actual killer you're fucking

because they'd be too kind, and it's
they just lost house.

so you want me to be the bastard for you

god forbid any of you people feel like assholes

i think you'd be pragmatic about it and honest.
not a bastard.

this is not a fair fucking ask
you're asking me to do something fucking horrible, jem, and why? to protect people that actively choose not to give a shit about me?

I'm sorry about House
I'm sorry about your fucked up dreams, I'm sorry about your fucked up life
It's not okay for you to ask me this

[ But he thinks about it, because he can't help himself for feeling bad for just-some-girl caught in all-this-shit. Because he doesn't want to leave people hurting when he can do something about it.

[ Because it's a decent opportunity. ]

You would have to write a hell of an IOU