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Quentin Smith, 23

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but we can all lie to ourselves, i guess

nah, baby.

that's just you.

you mean you just lie to me
this didn't have anything to do with you, you can work it out with Jem when she's back

Don't fucking talk about Krueger
You haven't earned that

i think i spent half a year earning it, actually. or longer, if you wanna count the time i spent with him in the fog.

leave it

( well, if he's going to speak to him like a dog, he's going to act like a dog. )

how do you think your girl back home is doing, q?

you wanna know what he told me about her?

you wanna know why the entity pulled you and him but not her?

[ They've never talked about her. Quentin doesn't talk about her. Danny doesn't need to feel it across the connection to know that this makes Quentin shake like a plucked string. ]

she is none of your fucking business

he told me he opened her up like fucking cattle, titties to cunt. he told me she died ugly. he told me the entity can't bring people back unless they're already hers, so she got there too late.

he told me you're a fucking slut. he put you on my goddamn radar in the first place.

there's your lies, quentin, since you're the expert. you tell me what the fucking truth is.

[ not her. not him. not this, not this, not this

[ not for fucking nothing ]

you first

how did you kill your father
was that all it took for her to find you

i opened him up like cattle, titties to cunt. ain't that enough?

and the entity pulled the attack dog out of you? bullshit

let's not give the entity credit for my daddy's seventeen years of hard work.

( let's not even give his daddy credit for that, actually. )

i am who i am, that's it.