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magician_king

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credere

"If I go home," he corrects, boldly and quite possibly out of nowhere.

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magician_king

"That's new. Where are you going instead?"

Cheered by the news.

From:

credere

"I don't know. But if you're right about him, then...I've got nothing else to go home for."

A quiet, sad truth. He doubts Nagini would forgive him.

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magician_king

"What about the girl you met?"

He asks, eyebrows lifting.

"It sounded like you were close."

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credere

"We were. But...I went to Grindelwald, and she didn't."

He closes his eyes for a moment.

"A Maledictus' curse can't be broken. Even if I go back, even if she does forgive me, I'm just...I'm going to have to just watch until she can never be human again."

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magician_king

"Dude. Graduate, get an inmate, get a deal, go get her, bring her somewhere good. Like out into the multiverse with me and team 'free the clones,' or wherever Shiro's going. Just because she's probably going to be mad at you for awhile doesn't mean she doesn't need your help."

One of Quentin's philosophies in this life.

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credere

Credence makes a noise that wants to be an incredulous laugh.

"I couldn't graduate someone."

He's not even convinced of that assuming the 'someone' is himself.

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magician_king

"I'm figuring it out. Yeah it's been four years, but Elijah doesn't hate me and seems to be- you know. Thoughtful. If I can do it you can definitely do it."

He's so firm in this conviction that he's forgotten what he was doing with the blanket, in favour of staring into his eyes and trying to convey this to him.

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credere

Credence looks very much like he doesn't agree with this but can't summon the energy to launch a serious argument.

"But you're - better than me. At everything."

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magician_king

"One, no I'm not, two, when I am it's because I'm ten years older than you, three, you cap me easily for raw magical power, and four, that sounds like Mary Lou Barebone and not like Aurelius C Dumbledore."

Says Quentin, imbuing the name with all the power and sorcery he knows how to. Spoken as incantation, the lights around them flicker portentously.

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credere

Credence frowns at the name.

"No, she'd say you're worse than me and even more likely to go to Hell because you have one and a half boyfriends."

It's somehow both true and almost a joke, simultaneosly.

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magician_king

"I agree that I probably am, but not for that."

He says, quietly, and goes back to the work on the blanket. His face gets a little red, but he does insist;

"Loving people never makes you evil."

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credere

"...I don't think there's any such place as hell any more, either," Credence says, which is at least an implicit agreement with Quentin's other remark.

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magician_king

"Just wherever the heck we are now."

He says, with a snort.

"Four years, and I still don't have a coherent theological answer to all this."

From:

credere

"There isn't one," is Credence's more decided judgement.

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magician_king

"What put you over the edge?"

He asks, rather than devil's advocating at him right away.

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credere

"...I don't know. Nothing. Everything. When I got away from Ma and went with the circus, everything just seemed...not to mean anything."

Another hint at his desperation that Grindelwald not be what Quentin is implying. He gave Credence a reason to be.

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magician_king

"I think that's a really normal way to feel when you go through something that terrible."

He lets him know, quietly.

"I've felt that way before after periods of violence, huge upheavals. I think- maybe you shouldn't think about that as a situation that'll persist once you've healed some."

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credere

Credence just shrugs, feeling helpless but to feel the way he feels.

"Maybe."

Rune swoops down, only mildly disturbing the cats, to land on Credence's shoulder and lightly nip his ear.

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magician_king

"Aw, he knows you're stressed."

Says Quentin, charmed by the bird, and sitting back, taking a break from what he's doing.

"Why don't you give a 'reparo' a whirl? Otherwise we're going to be here for a year."

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credere

Credence looks at his wand and thinks - not for the first time, he's faintly aware - that he can't do more damage at this point. And it's difficult to repair something too hard, surely.

"...Alright."

He rises to his feet, the phoenix still deceptively light on his shoulder, and draws his newly restored wand. It's different to the previous, polished black wood, angular.