[Audio] @ SuprNerd - open

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[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.

Comments

[moderatelymaladjusted]

That's really none of your business.

[policier]

Then I will not speak further about it, if that is what you wish.

( He could offer a suggestion, a way to cope, but Javert wouldn't know a healthy coping mechanism even if it hit in him the face. The best he's done is work himself to the brink of exhaustion, and even that's not always helpful. )

Take care, monsieur.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh huh, right. No, see, what I wish [and there's so much sarcasm dripping from those words] is for none of this to have happened in the first place. That no one would be cruel enough to do this. That's what I wish.

[policier]

Cease your whining. You speak as if first time you have experienced hardship. Is it? I do not know what sort of fantasy land you've been living in, but the world I came from — that world was never kind, or fair. I never would have gotten far in my life had I acted as you do, being mad at others and feeling sorry for myself.

( That finally seems to get a rise out him, his voice stern and severe. Whatever Quentin said obviously hit a personal cord. )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Feeling sorry for myself-- are you? What? You--! How dare you--! You fucking dick!

[policier]

I am merely speaking the truth. Perhaps instead of complaining, you should do something useful. This world is not going to get any better if we do not try to make it so.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Yeah, you're right. It doesn't.

[policier]

Are you quite done now?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Fuck you.

But yeah, I'm done.