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[beaconkeeper]

What do you mean "poisoned"?

...Look, Quentin, you're not leaving me behind. The worst of my injuries is a broken arm, which a spirit helped me set, and now I've just got a lot of waiting around to do while I heal up.

If there was a way you could help me, I'd tell you. Hell, I'd probably take you up on it if I were in worse condition?? It'd be nice to see other people for once, but still. It's not worth you or anyone else risking your life to come out here and fret over me.

Why do you think you're an asshole?

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

They all fell asleep. They didn't wake up for two whole weeks, no matter what we did or--or what was happening. We all kept them safe.

Oh, okay. So. But-- we kind of are? We're leaving you out there and what if that thing comes again? Can you even lock the door? Do you have weapons? Magic? Anything to defend yourself with? What if you get an infection? And-- and I'm not saying this because you have responsibilities? You're hurt and alone.

[Quentin clears his throat and yeah, just a month ago he was the one accusing her of causing all of this, but that was before. Before talking to Robin, getting to know her a bit, and a pretty girl being locked in a tower, hurt and vulnerable, was just the kind of thing that always made him make stupid choices in the past.]

I read my book? I was-- it wasn't exactly how my life was, or has been? But it was close enough. And wow, I was a real asshole to my friends. To my dad. To everyone.