I'll-- look, I talked to some guy named Peter? He's-- I'll be wearing a tracker and he's going to keep an eye out. I'm going to come back.

[And it's breaking his heart, saying this. Doing this, because Eliot looks so fucking scared again, like he never does, not even while facing down monster and beasts. Not even while sighing his life away, and Quentin swallows hard.]

I can't just stay here and do nothing.

[And be useless, yet again, because he's waiting for someone bigger, or better, or smarter to finish this. This feelings of being of no use to anyone, and it's there, it right there, in every one of his words and every time he clings to Eliot because he needs him so much. That's he's never going to be the one to save anyone, from anything. He turns to Eliot and slips one of his hands up to cup the side of his face.]

I need you to be safe. That's all I want. For you to be safe.