And just like that, Quincy was alone again.
An oppressive silence descended over the stark woods, making Quincy aware of how alone he was, now. Lyn had fled, as had the hulking monster attacking her. The first question that came to Quincy's mind was the question of what to do next. The second was the fact that he didn't have many options.
Did he pursue the monster and try to kill it? Somehow he instinctively knew that it was a beast he wanted dead, preferably by his own hand. But could he manage that? Not only was it huge and strong enough to snap him in half like a twig, it had a gun. Now that just wasn't fair, why would a hulking monster like that need a gun, too? There was no way he could stand up to it, much less kill it, with his sword alone.
Then there was the question of Lyn, although why he'd want to follow her wasn't clear at first. For one second, he contemplated taking from her what he'd always wanted ever since he first saw her, and why not? He'd killed on national television. He'd acted nonchalant and even cracked jokes about it. He'd even went loony at the top of his lungs, so why not hang himself completely?
But that wasn't happening either. Rape her, kill her, stalk her, it couldn't be done. She'd had two kills already, one of them being her annoying git of a cousin, so a third wouldn't be out of the question, especially since (he couldn't believe his luck) she also had a gun. Quincy shrugged her off. Bollocks to her, he thought. I'm too good to do that sort of thing. But was he? Quincy didn't know if, given the opportunity, he'd follow in Cody Jenson's footsteps. He didn't know if he believed himself better than Cody. He didn't know if he wanted to believe himself better than Cody.
He found himself thinking of Warren's last words to him. It looked like his reform had been genuine after all; nothing bad ever came of Warren's actions on the island. And now he was dead. It was exactly as his dream told him. The deed was even done by the guy Quincy thought was a traitor. What else was he right about?
You deserve to die too, Quincy!
That part wasn't real. He needed it not to be real. He needed so much not to be real, he could scarcely think of where to begin. Then it hit him. SOTF. That was what brought him to this place, confused him, sent him into a state of doubt and indecision. Ever since he came to the island, he'd acted in a completely arbitrary way. Why the fuck would he stay with SADD for so long? It wasn't because he wanted to take a weapon and run; he actually believed he could get off the island without killing. What a joke.
Was it something about the program itself that made people behave like this, the same thing that brought movie physics to life? Or was it all a misunderstanding, a figment of his imagination?
Quincy wandered off in a daze, dragging his sword behind him on the ground. Never in his life had he felt so aimless; part of him wished he'd chased after the monster or Lyn after all, just so that he could claim to have a goal.
((Quincy Archer concluded elsewhere))