Quentin: Are you okay? You didn’t sleep enough yesterday.
Toby: I got a solid eight minutes. Not consecutively, but it’s fine. You’re not even that blurry.
Chelsea: I… I just saw a trillion different realities, folding onto each other like thin sheets of metal forming a single blade–
The Luidaeg: Yeah yeah, the Time Knife, we’ve all seen it. Let’s get back on track, bud.
Patrick: And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to throw myself into the ocean now.
Quentin: We’ll go with you.
Toby: I can’t risk losing anyone I care about!
Simon: I’ll go.
Toby: Okay.
The Queen: Ooh, October’s angry.
Rhys: How can you tell?
The Queen: Well, you can see her mood by her hands. Like right now, she has a knife. I don’t think that means she’s happy to see us.
Toby: Hey, I was wondering if you could help me out?
Walther: Say no more. Here’s a bunch of explosives.
Toby: Nope. Different thing.
The Ludaieg: This is probably the second weirdest way I’ve almost died.
Toby: What was the first?
The Ludaieg: It’s very complicated but, long story short, my family is banned from every Olive Garden in the state.
Toby: “Or everyone’s going to die.” That’s what they always say. But there’s always a little bit of time before everybody dies, and that’s when I do my best work!
Raysel: Do you ever see your relative and just have this overwhelming urge to smack them for no reason? Like my cousin will walk into the room and I’m like “Oh man, I guess I have to end you.”
August, nodding: The Cain instinct.
