[Man, it's so nice dealing with people who have shit psychic defenses. They just show you stuff without you even having to dig around in their mental sock drawers, which always just feels so... bleh. Distasteful. Anyway.
Quentin ignores Sophie for now and watches the memory. At first he just views it through Jayce's eyes—the kid coughing, falling, wheezing out his final breaths—but when it reaches its conclusion he pauses the scenario, smoothly inserting himself into it and taking the place of... uh, some butch lady with big robot gloves and basically the same haircut as him?? Huh. Okay. Whatever. Quentin crams his hands into his pockets and approaches Jayce as he's kneeling on the floor and looks down at the kid with a sombre sort of detachment.]
/What happened?/
[He doesn't sound judgmental or horrified, at least. More just... tired.]
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Quentin ignores Sophie for now and watches the memory. At first he just views it through Jayce's eyes—the kid coughing, falling, wheezing out his final breaths—but when it reaches its conclusion he pauses the scenario, smoothly inserting himself into it and taking the place of... uh, some butch lady with big robot gloves and basically the same haircut as him?? Huh. Okay. Whatever. Quentin crams his hands into his pockets and approaches Jayce as he's kneeling on the floor and looks down at the kid with a sombre sort of detachment.]
/What happened?/
[He doesn't sound judgmental or horrified, at least. More just... tired.]