[Audio] @ SuprNerd - open

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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.

Comments

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Because what? She really needs our help? She probably did this to us, and you still want to help her?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo frowns to herself, considering how best to answer this question. She's pretty sure Robin didn't do it.]

I don't want to help her if she did it. I don't think she did it.

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Then who? She the one who's been here for decades and she's the one who knows all about this place and refuses to tell us anything. If she didn't do it, she must know who it was and she's not telling. Doesn't that tell you everything you need to know?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo isn't sure Robin's the only one making decisions. Will is experienced too. Not everything is black and white, though a lot is.]

No. She might have information but she isn't God.

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How do you know? Have you met a god?

[knifecollecting]

No. [She's quiet for a moment.]

But I've met others. [Angels, demons. Reapers.] I don't think God cares enough to be in a place like this.