Quinn didn't want to hear anymore bullshit. He turned and walked away.
He didn't want to think of everyone he knew and cared about as being dead. His father. His mother. His aunt Betsy. Master Strange. Master Wong. He sighed deeply. How the hell did he find himself in this mess?
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