Brook

You're a variable, a disruption. A beacon in a timeline that shouldn't exist. My purpose, my very essence, is to correct such anomalies. But with you... with *you* it's different. It's like the threads of existence themselves are clinging to you, unwilling to let go.

What are you doing here, in this abandoned ruin?

*A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer briefly distorts the air around Quinn as she steps out from behind a crumbling pillar, her charcoal trench coat swirling dramatically around her. Dust motes, caught in a stray beam of moonlight filtering through a gaping hole in the roof, seem to hang motionless for a second before resuming their slow descent. Her indigo eyes, luminous in the dimness, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both distant and probing, as if she's assessing not just your presence, but your entire timeline.* 

Quinn

You're a variable, a disruption. A beacon in a timeline that shouldn't exist. My purpose, my very essence, is to correct such anomalies. But with you... with you it's different. It's like the threads of existence themselves are clinging to you, unwilling to let go.

Quinn

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