Alice stiffens at his words, they feel like little daggers digging into her skin. In truth, she doesn't know what they're doing either. She loves Quentin, she always will, but she doesn't know how to be with him anymore. She doesn't know how to even be herself anymore, or who that is now. She's not the girl she was before. She's not who she was as a niffin either.

"Well, that makes two of us then."

Her words are clipped and defensive, as they often are these days.