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[The first few seconds of the recording is just Quentin breathing, fast and shaky at first and just before he speaks, the breathing evens out. The whole speech will be said fast and jerky, like the words are just spilling out without thought.]

What the hell? I can't be the only one who's thinking this, but just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened? This place, oh shit, this place just-- did any of you see things? Hear things? Fucking feel things? And why? Just, why? I thought we were here to help, to find a way to solve this-- this whole puzzle and suddenly there's something here that made me think I was losing--? That's just-- it was just to fuck with all of us?

What the hell? That's what I want to know - just, what the hell? Is this hell? Is that why?

So, if you're listening to this, lady in the lighthouse? Fuck you! Seriously. Fuck. You.

Also, someone took my hoodie and I need that, so please bring it back. Thanks.

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It's always someone being a dick.

[Quentin snorts, waving his hand in the air a little.] It might not be a god every time, because this one time? It was just a guy who-- well, uh. So he had a tough life and bad things happened to him and I guess that fucked him up enough to stop caring. He-- Martin. He choose to do bad things to people, because he was hurt as a kid. But he was still being a huge dick about it. This?

[Gesturing at the world outside the window and the room and Peter and everything.]

This is probably just someone being a dick. To fuck us up or to-- I don't know, maybe punish us? Which is why I need to find a way out. I don't really feel like being fucked by some dick again.

[Okay, so maybe Quentin likes dick metaphors a little too much, but it's just so handy and it works with just about everything. He frowns at Peter, because - dude, you look weak. Not that this is a bad thing, but it's not going to move all of Quentin across a muddy and cold forest floor. Sorry not sorry about pointing that out.]

Okay, so. Wait. You're not sure it works? That I'd come back? Because a pretty big part of plan really hinges on that. I talked to--[He stops, not really ready to rat out Daylight] I talked to someone who said he came back. He just didn't come back right? Or, all the way?

FIVE YEARS LATER SORRY......

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[ peter's expression undergoes a series of changes when quentin just — takes that dick metaphor and runs with it. ]

—Has anyone ever told you you're incredibly illustrative?

[ peter catches the way that quentin catches himself when he says he'd talked to someone. frankly, peter doesn't really care who he talked to — name or not, the outcome's still the same, and it's not as if any of it's some massive secret that needs to be hidden. ]

I know it works sometimes, [ he answers. ] When there was the — incident with the lighthouse and the party, some people got hurt, some people died, some people disappeared. No-one really knows what happened to everyone — the reasonable assumption is that yeah, their lanterns were damaged beyond repair. [ a beat. ] But the bodies weren't found, and does this place strike you as reasonable? [ he half asks: it's not a question, not really, because he's banking on the answer being 'no'. ] But you're not wrong when you say that people don't always come back right.

[ peter pauses, takes a breath and runs a hand through his hair. it's not that it's a hard topic of conversation — truth be told, he barely knew the captain, it's just a lot. ] You were after that, right? The expedition? So you didn't meet the Captain? [ another pause and he glances away from quentin. despite everything, it's hard not to take it personally, hard not to think that he could have done more and maybe the captain and five would still be here.

(although question is, would they have wanted to be?) ] He seemed like a good guy — been through a couple of resets, if I remember correctly. I think he was human, or pretty close to it, but dying and coming back a couple of times meant he started to grow scales along one of his arms. Maybe there was more to it — physical and mental, but the scales were the only visible sign I ever saw.

It's up to you if that's something you want to put your faith in.

Stumbles in way, way later! Sorry!

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[It seems that staying quiet and keeping all the words that crowd around in his head, to himself. At least for now. Because Peter is talking, and it might be important and even if it isn't strictly important to this plan, it might be worth noting for later. For when he comes back, for when he finds the way out and finds a way to get as many people as he can, through it without the lighthouse lady pressing the button to keep them here. Or, to reset them. She hadn't been that clear on it, just that 'some people here seemed familiar'. Which could mean, well, anything and--

and Quentin slips off inside his own head, nodding along because that's what he does, trying to look like he's all there, when most of him is off in the clouds or drowning in the mess that is his broken brain.

But he snaps back with a jerk when Peter starts talking about the failed expedition.]

I came after, yeah. I-- uh, I heard about that? A little? That something went wrong and a lot of people died. And that time, they didn't come back? But--

[Stalling, thinking hard and Quentin frowns down at the map again.]

Yeah, I'm not really good at that? Putting my faith in things? [Lies, because he did it, had done it, so many times, and every time it let him down.] But I'm not going to die.