Yeah? Do you have a magnet? Needles or pins? Do you have anything that might make a compass, that isn't going to just be a waste of time because I can't hold a cup of water while also wandering around in the woods in the dark?
[He snaps, head going up to glare at Peter and he runs a shaking hand through his hair.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean-- I'm sorry. I'm just a little tired right now, and I did think about making one, but. It's impractical.
I'd, uh, I'd need a small body of water and how am I going to carry that, and everything else and still be focused enough to-- do you have a better idea?
[Still visibly frustrated, hands moving too much and his eyes keep darting from Peter and down to the map on the table, tucking at his own hair or just twisting together.
Eliot was still at the cabin, and still being stubbornly very much against all of this and that isn't helping Quentin plan out anything at all. It is making it worse and Peter calling that asshole his someone makes Quentin snort a bark of laughter.]
He's just some dude on the network, I have no idea who he is, but he is-- uh, he's not wrong? Maybe not right either, but we, everyone, we have been wandering around the woods and several people died as a result. So maybe-- being careful isn't the worst idea? [Great, and now Quentin is defending that asshole. He frowns.]
I need to find a way out of here, and soon. That's what I need to do. There's no way to know what's going to happen to us next, and-- and maybe it's going to be worse? Maybe it's going to be literal hell next time? Maybe we're all going to be on fire, or we're going to kill each other or-- or, maybe-- or maybe next time-- [He lets that sentence hand there, unfinished.]
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[He snaps, head going up to glare at Peter and he runs a shaking hand through his hair.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean-- I'm sorry. I'm just a little tired right now, and I did think about making one, but. It's impractical.
I'd, uh, I'd need a small body of water and how am I going to carry that, and everything else and still be focused enough to-- do you have a better idea?
[Still visibly frustrated, hands moving too much and his eyes keep darting from Peter and down to the map on the table, tucking at his own hair or just twisting together.
Eliot was still at the cabin, and still being stubbornly very much against all of this and that isn't helping Quentin plan out anything at all. It is making it worse and Peter calling that asshole his someone makes Quentin snort a bark of laughter.]
He's just some dude on the network, I have no idea who he is, but he is-- uh, he's not wrong? Maybe not right either, but we, everyone, we have been wandering around the woods and several people died as a result. So maybe-- being careful isn't the worst idea? [Great, and now Quentin is defending that asshole. He frowns.]
I need to find a way out of here, and soon. That's what I need to do. There's no way to know what's going to happen to us next, and-- and maybe it's going to be worse? Maybe it's going to be literal hell next time? Maybe we're all going to be on fire, or we're going to kill each other or-- or, maybe-- or maybe next time-- [He lets that sentence hand there, unfinished.]