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I don't fucking care about the supplies! You! Hurt! People! You, both or all three of you? I really don't know and I don't care, but you did it! IT WENT DOWN WITH PEOPLE ON IT!

You're lucky nobody died.

IF we're hurt? Of course we're fucking hurt! You asshole! Don't come anywhere near here, there's nothing you have that I need.

This is Quentin. By the way. SuprNerd is. Nevermind, I don't care if you get it or not.

Dearest Quentin, I understand your anger completely and won't try to assuage you of it. You are right, we are very lucky no one died; I assure you that, despite what you may believe, we had done everything in our power to get everyone to shore. If you are injured, I can help, though in understanding that you do not wish to see me, I can refer you to other healers in Beacon who will be able to assist in a similar manner. I ask not that you forgive me, but I hope that your anger subsides. Sincerely, Aziraphale.

No. No, you don't get to tell me that you did everything you could, when you still had people on there! People who could have fucking died and not come back! Did you even look? Did you even care? That if something went wrong, they had their fucking lanterns WITH THEM!

And let's say it had worked? Let's say you DIDN'T cock it all up and you'd managed to leave? What about the rest of us? What about us who were left behind?

Dear Quentin, I know you won't believe me, but I can do little else but explain that I did go back and look for anyone who might have still been on or near the ferry in need of rescue multiple times. As I had been the one to go down into the holding to speak to newcomers, I am certain we had everyone there accounted for, and having made rounds since, am confident none of the older arrivals are missing. It was always part of the plan to return, once we had free rein of the waters that only the ferry seems able to traverse, in order to retrieve everyone and return them home. I know that I should have made the plan more transparent, and that more careful planning should have been made, but we found the timing to be quite urgent and hadn't wanted to cause strife in the town among those who would not wish to return home. Sincerely, Aziraphale.

I believe you, I just think you failed at it. There were still people there. You crashed the ferry, with important people still on it!

If he'd died, I would have

[The message just end abruptly, as if Quentin pressed send too soon and there's no follow-up message.]

Dearest Quentin, If you must know, I might have exerted some magic to ensure that no one would die in the ensuing crash. It was too abrupt to save the actual impact. I don't know what I would have done had anyone died, either. Sincerely, Aziraphale.

Did you make sure all the lanterns were safe too?

I do. I know what I would have done to you, and I really don't care if you have enough magic to keep a whole boat full of people safe AFTER you crashed it.

Fuck you,
Quentin

[ Aziraphale doesn't see the point in answering this since Quentin is so angry.

Instead, he'll just. Leave a pile of books he thinks Quentin might like on his porch, along with topical ointments and a few satchets of tea. ]

[Damn you, Aziraphale for being such an angel about all of this. Quentin will find the books, the ointment which goes to Eliot along with the tea. It smells great, but it never tastes as good as it smells. So, most of it goes to Eliot but he will read the books, even when there's nothing helpful in them.

And he will also return them to the library so Aziraphale doesn't get in to trouble with the Librarian.]

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