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Henry Fogg sighs and looks regretfully at the empty bottle. He tries to ignore the muffled screams outside the window. This time the Beast’s attack caught Quentin and the others during their first week at Brakebills. Another attempt gone to waste. Why, why the hell was this his life? Looking for these kids, trying to teach them something, giving advice – and watching them die, time after time. Why? What’s the goddamn point?
The last part he says out loud, and Jane raises her eyebrow and starts the usual speech about saving lives and fixing mistakes. Whose mistakes though? He didn’t create this beast, didn’t kill his victims, he should’ve had nothing to do with it. But he was an idiot in love once and listened to Jane. You’re such a strong magician, Henry, you have to help me stop my brother, Henry… And now he’s really in this vicious circle, and if he doesn’t try to fix it again, then he’s actually responsible for the deaths of these people, because they’ve died in this specific way due to him changing something. Wrong choice, again. Fucking Jane Chatwin.
She smiles, as if she’s read his mind. The screaming dies down. Maybe this new plan will work. It will all be over soon. Henry Fogg sighs and winds the watch for the fourteenth time.