[ Quentin's so emotive that Riku knows the exact moment his interest has been piqued and, just like when they spoke earlier, it's like he can't stop up the cascade of questions that tumble out in a hurry.

Whether it's because he just thinks that fast or he's afraid he won't have the chance to ask if he doesn't get right to it, Riku can't say. He folds his arms and listens; in contrast, Riku himself is reserved. If anything, it's just his eyes that do most of the nonverbal communicating. ]

The resets destroy some things, like the bridges that people before us built over the river. But the buildings in town? They were all here. We just hadn't explored any of it.

Rastus and Will... and Winters? They survived the last reset and were here to help us get started.

[ As for the torch, Riku tips his head to the side. This time, there's a bit of a laugh in his throat, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Come on, Quentin. ]

You'd carry it like a torch. He'll just light one for you from the bonfire, it's not like he's gonna hand over a burning log.