[Quentin glances at Jayce and makes a vague noise of acknowledgement at his response. That's the worst of me, huh? Not that bad, all things considering.
He could just leave it at that. Let the guy stew in his own brain. Have his little pity party. Dude's clearly feeling not so hot right now, and that's largely Quentin's fault. Which kinda sucks. Not that Quentin regrets putting him through the wringer, but... you know. Also Quentin is just objectively bad at comforting people.
So... Yep. It's decided. He should just leave because he has no connection to this asshole and his stupid sad sack guilt bullshit and even if he did Quentin is not the guy who can make anyone feel better except by saying "it could be worse".]
/Yeah, well, your dead kid bodycount's still lower than mine. And one of mine was Sophie./
[Quentin definitely does not flinch when Jayce asks that question. Nope. Not in the slightest. Oh, that? No, no, he just has an eyelash in his eye. In the mindscape. Where they don't have physical bodies. Yep. It's a psychic eyelash. Telepath stuff, you wouldn't understand. Anyway, that's why he makes kind of a face and rubs his eye uncomfortably, and there's no other reason.]
/Started a riot, got some kids killed. Sophie tried to stop me. Got herself killed. Then I, you know. Vibrated into another plane of existence./
[Why did he bring this up? Oh, right, because Jayce was moping. After Quentin psychically tortured him a little bit.]
/Some of us were fucked up little shits when we were 16, okay? It's whatever. Just saying, you've got competition in the Worst Motherfucker Ever contest. That's all./
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He could just leave it at that. Let the guy stew in his own brain. Have his little pity party. Dude's clearly feeling not so hot right now, and that's largely Quentin's fault. Which kinda sucks. Not that Quentin regrets putting him through the wringer, but... you know. Also Quentin is just objectively bad at comforting people.
So... Yep. It's decided. He should just leave because he has no connection to this asshole and his stupid sad sack guilt bullshit and even if he did Quentin is not the guy who can make anyone feel better except by saying "it could be worse".]
/Yeah, well, your dead kid bodycount's still lower than mine. And one of mine was Sophie./
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But then he says that. And it feels like a little veil of melancholy is pulled off of Jayce's head.]
/You did... what?/
[It's not a question that holds any confusion, but rather a gravely sort of shock.]
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/Started a riot, got some kids killed. Sophie tried to stop me. Got herself killed. Then I, you know. Vibrated into another plane of existence./
[Why did he bring this up? Oh, right, because Jayce was moping. After Quentin psychically tortured him a little bit.]
/Some of us were fucked up little shits when we were 16, okay? It's whatever. Just saying, you've got competition in the Worst Motherfucker Ever contest. That's all./