[ He reads the note. He thinks of reaching out and telling Khoriya to stop, telling him don't--but if anyone is equipped to do this, wouldn't it be him and his new form?
[ Quentin doesn't reach out. Quentin doesn't burn the note. He folds into a wooden box under his bedside table, which a handful of other keepsakes--things he's holding onto until the person he got them from comes back. It looks a little strange next to things from lovers, and his stomach turns as he closes the lid and slides it away. But he's sure: it belongs there. He'll burn it when Khoriya is back. ]
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earlyish november, shortly before khoriya tromps off into the void
Quentin. I wish to test the limits of the Void, and whether I might find others lost in it, as I found you.
If I am not returned within a fortnite, do not allow any others to venture in after me.
Burn this note after you read it.
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[ Quentin doesn't reach out. Quentin doesn't burn the note. He folds into a wooden box under his bedside table, which a handful of other keepsakes--things he's holding onto until the person he got them from comes back. It looks a little strange next to things from lovers, and his stomach turns as he closes the lid and slides it away. But he's sure: it belongs there. He'll burn it when Khoriya is back. ]