[Why Eliot won't take the duck is confusing to him. It has been so long since he held a bird. They feel so fragile in human hands, he wanted to show Eliot what it felt like to have his throat in his hand before. But it's not a problem, they are talking about Quentin now and that is a topic he enjoys.]
I would not break Quentin. He is my friend. [He says it with more emphasis on the 'k' and holds the duck up, turning it around to look at its face with a smile. The bird immediately starts trying to peck at his eyes, and he frowns, grabbing its neck and crushing it dead. He tosses the body into the water carelessly.] Unless he betrayed me. Like all the others... but he hasn't, he is- helping.
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I would not break Quentin. He is my friend. [He says it with more emphasis on the 'k' and holds the duck up, turning it around to look at its face with a smile. The bird immediately starts trying to peck at his eyes, and he frowns, grabbing its neck and crushing it dead. He tosses the body into the water carelessly.] Unless he betrayed me. Like all the others... but he hasn't, he is- helping.