By the time Eliot was swallowing his first sip of the fresh drink, as Quentin's question landed, he looked a lot more thoughtful.
"So many things." His voice sounded far away as he reminisced, still pondering where to start. There was both good and bad in there, and, well... Quentin was going to have to find out about the bad eventually.
"Including one ill-advised attempt to find out what's actually going on here," he said, with the air of someone peeling off a bandaid. "Day One, I was assailed with people insisting this place wasn't all that bad. And when you've just been kidnapped in the middle of an acid trip, that's the sort of thing that leads you to think Stockholm Syndrome." It really hadn't been an illogical conclusion. He would stand by that until the end.
But as for whether the City was actually all that bad: "The City's its own little free-standing universe. It has its own special ways in which things are balls, but it isn't all balls. At least, not all the unpleasant kind."
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"So many things." His voice sounded far away as he reminisced, still pondering where to start. There was both good and bad in there, and, well... Quentin was going to have to find out about the bad eventually.
"Including one ill-advised attempt to find out what's actually going on here," he said, with the air of someone peeling off a bandaid. "Day One, I was assailed with people insisting this place wasn't all that bad. And when you've just been kidnapped in the middle of an acid trip, that's the sort of thing that leads you to think Stockholm Syndrome." It really hadn't been an illogical conclusion. He would stand by that until the end.
But as for whether the City was actually all that bad: "The City's its own little free-standing universe. It has its own special ways in which things are balls, but it isn't all balls. At least, not all the unpleasant kind."