[Quentin turns his cards over- three of the same. All eights.]

Jesus, that's-- so fucked up. I mean, I know there are spells that would do the same thing and- and it's not like there are that many forbidden spells. But just... sometimes I don't get people.

[So, it's disjointed, Quentin's voice low as he bites his lip and looks up at Soldat only in short glimpses from underneath his bangs. But it's heartfelt. What-]

Dicks.