[ Quentin weighs his words carefully, leaning back into the chair, and while he doesn't sigh his shoulders go through the motions, the high-low of someone who's trying to patch together a sentence.
Maybe he just came here and didn't realize it was entirely altruistic. He's never wanted to eat his words so quickly in his entire life. His voice is quiet, still trying to reign himself in and he, too, rises. ]
No--I, uh, should get back. The whole saving the world thing should be addressed.
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Maybe he just came here and didn't realize it was entirely altruistic. He's never wanted to eat his words so quickly in his entire life. His voice is quiet, still trying to reign himself in and he, too, rises. ]
No--I, uh, should get back. The whole saving the world thing should be addressed.