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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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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.