That Koby jokes about what once racked him with fear and tears, leaving him inconsolable, is frankly impressive. There's a bit if pride in his face, warmth earned for the efforts Koby has made to face his past. Quentin knows that he would face all of those punishments now if it meant keeping that lightness in Koby's heart, the confidence in the shine of his eyes. Yes, he would bend his knee to Alvida if it meant preserving this moment.

The water swirls around him, warm and calm as most people have gotten out for a midday snack and drink, the music still pumping over chatter and laughter. The mention of burning his notes? That raises a question mark, his brow pinching, curious. He'd only been teasing about his own entry, but Koby's reaction surprises him.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it. I was ribbing you a little for your distractions, but since you've asked?"

What notes would Koby write about him? Would there be a list of strengths, weaknesses, faults? Would it note where his armor is chipped and rusted, where to stab to get to the fleshy, soft bits of his soul? It would be Koby to be so detailed.

"What have you written about me?" And, in an attempt to make it seem more light hearted? "Only terrible things, I hope."