[Talking to Riku feels bit like talking to Alice, when there's nothing to really give him a heads up if he's being annoying or not. It had been easier, with everyone else, since they also either told him flat out (Margo and Penny) or did something to make their faces make a face and that would tell him, even someone as bad at this as he is, if he was getting offtrack or talking too much. But Alice. And Riku. It's just. A face. That's not even doing anything face-related aside from being there and Quentin frowns, nose wrinkling.]

Okay. Okay, so. Resets don't erase everything. Just think that might have been mended. Or, things people might have interfered with.

[Sure, why not. Jane Chatwin had reset them 39 times before they managed to get their shit together, and by 'they' it was mostly just Quentin getting over himself to let someone else do all the hard work. Even if all that hard work had killed her. Or, she niffin'ed herself out, which came to the same thing. He shuffles his feet in the dirt, looking out over the park and not directly at Riku or his shining hair.]

You must be getting so sick and tired of this place. Oh, uh, no? I meant, how am I going to carry around a torch and still carry my lantern and maybe do something else with my hands? Not. I know how a torch works.

[With a small smile.]