Fuck, this all seemed so small, now. Fillory, everything. Unimportant. She had no idea how much she should actually blame that stupid Satyr for taking the block away. She'd been happy moments before that, like really happy. She could be looking at Q right now and be excited to see him, explore this new place together without feeling like a complete failure.

But instead, she was faced with the concept of explaining to him how badly shit went down in the very near future for him, and how it was her doing. And she didn't have... whatever it was she needed to do that.

"Yeah. Everything goes just how we planned, Q."