[Quentin tries to remember to breathe, and though he stiffens as he's pulled like he's thinking of making a run towards the voices, he lets himself be drawn back.
Something in him feels cold and empty, heavier than it should.]
Why does it know my sister's voice?
[He turns a wide-eyed look on her, like he's hoping that she'll somehow have that answer, even though he knows it's the question that they likely all have.]
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Something in him feels cold and empty, heavier than it should.]
Why does it know my sister's voice?
[He turns a wide-eyed look on her, like he's hoping that she'll somehow have that answer, even though he knows it's the question that they likely all have.]