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- Previously on
"The Magicians"...

- Are you Santa Claus?

- Oh, I'm not... not that.
- Magic's gone.

I'm not a magician,
but I could feel it

when it was gone,
and I knew it wasn't

a coincidence when I
went into remission

a week later.

- What timeline are you from?

- The one where you
owe me child support.

I'm kidding.

- Kay, then if you
want me to help

these students, can you
tell me who they are?

- Their lives were
in grave danger.

I cast a spell that
erased their identities

and gave them new ones.

- I mean, isn't there
anything you can do?

- If I reveal that the
spell can be reversed,

then someone would
reverse the spell.

- Bacchus, what
are you doing here?

Why do you want everyone
thinking you're Ember?

- Thanks for popping in.

- Oh, my God.

- Mis hermanos.

- Where were you?

We... we looked everywhere...
- Stay back.

- Why?
- Because I'm not here to play.

- Marina.

Why do you look like
you're fleeing something?

It's me, Margo,
previously known as Janet.

- Look, I'm gonna
do you a solid.

Don't go up there.

- Why?

- Because there's an uninvited

guest in my apartment
who's probably killing

your friends right about now.

Look, I don't know what he is,

and I'm assuming it's a "he"

because this is some
toxically masculine behavior,

but he walked through every
ward and shield I had,

set off every alarm.

So instead of going
inside, I'm gonna get

a breakfast burrito.

You wanna join?
- We have to help them.

- Oh, you're one of those.

Fine, you wanna
stick your neck out?

There's something inside
that can help you.

- Do tell.

- No traveling.

Where to start?

Order is important
with these things.

Who goes first?

Who goes last?

Oh, you keep looking at him...

Because you don't
want him to die?

Which means he has
to go before you.

You care about all of them.

So you're last.

- Thank Christ.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Not... Eliot.

- This thing has
god-level power,

and I have a bad
history with gods,

since apparently one killed me.

No, it's fine.

Different me, but I didn't want

to get caught off guard
again, so I called in

every favor I had to
build a defense system.

All you have to do is get him

to sit in the gold chair.

- Why the gold chair?

- Because it had
to be something,

and everybody wants to
sit in the gold chair.

It's total power move.

- I'm so glad you came.

Saves me having
to hunt you down.

I've got so much of that
ahead of me already.

- What is he talking about?

- He's, uh, hunting gods.

It's vengeance for
locking you in the castle.

- They did more than
that, and so did you.

You tried to kill me.

You were all part of it.

- Then what?

- There's a bell on the table.

Ring it.

- And he explodes?

- He gets a face full
of distilled ambrosia.

It's basically meth for gods.

Its gets them high,
but an overdose

will knock them on their asses.

- Tell me Eliot is still
in there somewhere.

- Not that I've seen.

- Your round, innocent
face will make your death

particularly upsetting,
so I've decided

to start with you.

- I can give you Bacchus.

- You're hunting gods,
and I found him hiding

someplace far away.

Hiding from you, right?

I can take you there...
if you let them live.

All of them.

- Perhaps we can be
friends after all.

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- So where is everyone else?

- I don't know.

They were supposed
to remain hidden.

I meant to protect you.

- Doesn't really seem
like I need protection.

I mean, nothing your
spell threw at me

even left a scratch.

Reynard did say, even
without their powers,

gods are hard to kill.

- I wouldn't underestimate
the will of Irene McAllister.

Huh.

Tell a few people that
you're leaving forever,

and look what the
ungrateful bastards do.

Nice.

- You know, if
the deal is broken

and the McAllisters
are coming, I'm gonna

have to warn everyone.

- Contacting your friends will

put a target on their backs.

- To be clear, you put
the target on our backs.

You betrayed us.

- Hmm.

- I sacrificed everything
to bring back magic.

You know what I sacrificed,

and look what you do with it.

- Yes, Ms. Wicker, I made a deal

with the goddamn
Library, and in doing so,

I saved your lives.

- Yeah, well, you're pretty
- fucking quick to compromise,

You know that?

Now, I need to find my friends,

but I can't do magic,
so you're going to cast

the locator spell for me.

- Dean Fogg. Finally.

- I only have a moment.

You know how the Library

contains the books of
everyone who ever lived?

- Yeah.

- The Great Blank Spot is over.

The Library can update
their books again.

So, if your friends were to get

their memories back,
the Library would know.

They'd try to find
them to keep them safe

from the monster that
you warned us about.

- You're telling me they
have books that describe

every damn thing everyone
does or ever will do,

when you're sleeping,
when you're awake,

naughty or nice?

You know how much time
that would have saved me?

- Can we please not with
the Santa stuff right now?

- Well, could you please not
- with the angsty, nerdy stuff?

Huh?

No, 'cause that's who you are,

and I don't judge you for it.

- Dean Fogg was trying
to give me a message.

Look, if we escape, they'll
just read our books,

find out where we are,
and come after us.

- So we just take
the books with us,

or, uh... or destroy 'em.

But first we have
to actually escape.

- I can get us to the fireplace.

Just be ready.

- All I'm offering
is a location.

The rest is on you.

- Knowing where Bacchus
is doesn't help me

if he runs away, which he'll do

the second I show up.

You see my problem, and
how maybe it is just

easier to kill you all.

- Do you know what this is?

- Where did you get that?

- I didn't, but I
know that enough of it

will mess up a god long
enough for you to do

whatever you need to do.

Excuse me, Margo?

Quick talk?

Could you stop volunteering?

I know Bacchus.

He's a friend.

- Great.

Then you'll poison him.

He'll never suspect a friend.

I could always kill you.

Awesome.

Great choices.

Well, let's get going, then.

Guys, in case it even
needs to be said,

I know Marina.

She is not a helpful person.

So just act accordingly.

Of course I'm getting paid.

The McAllisters have a
bounty on your heads,

dead or alive.

The real yous, not
the witness-protection

identities.

So you can see how it'd
be profitable for me

to get you back to normal.

- What are they offering?

- Three Deweys.

- What the hell's a Dewey?

- As in Melvil Dewey,
the most famous librarian

of all time.

He has his own decimal system.

- Well, I think
you're being generous

with the word "famous."

- Okay, so in the
new world order,

there's just enough
magic in the air

to keep the boring
masses fat and happy,

but you got an itch to
do something bigger,

you have to file a
request with the Library.

- They decide if you're
- trustworthy, and they give you

A cute little battery
in the shape of a coin.

They put the faces of
famous librarians on there,

but Dewey's the only
one people can remember.

Well, and Laura Bush, but
Bushes just never stuck.

- All right, well, we'll
pay the bounty ourselves.

- How are you gonna get Dewey's?

- I don't know.
- We'll figure it out.

We always... - Sometimes.

- Most of the time we do.

- Five Deweys to make
it worth the delay,

and know that I have
trackers on all of you,

so if you try to run,
it won't go your way.

Don't drink all my beer.

- Seems like this is the place.

- It is.

Those are maenads,
Bacchus followers.

- Get to it, then.

Oh, and if they have
pizza, bring me some.

- We can still find a way out.

- We already did.
- This is it.

We're doing it right now.

- You had a weapon that
could have stopped him,

and instead of using
it, you gave it to him.

We tried that already with Julia's
god-killing bullet.

All it did was kill the monster's host,
which in this case is Eliot.

Who, for all we know, is dead.

- Or he's trapped in there,

forced to watch everything
the monster does,

just waiting for us to
find a way to help him.

What are you gonna
slip the ambrosia into?

I guess I'll make a Fillorian
version of his favorite drink.

Margarita, but instead of

salt on the rim, it will be...
- God meth. Perfect.

Now go poison his ass so we can
get out of this malarial swamp.

You know what's incredible?

How you can be
such a good friend

and such a terrible friend
at the exact same time.

There's not a lot
that I can relate to in this world.

People here are...
well, people, generally,

and me, not so much.

But I relate to you.

I hate being alone.

I don't like being left
with my own thoughts,

such as they are.

I need friends.

- One way of making
friends is not murdering

everyone you meet.

- Yes, you get my dilemma,
but you're like me.

Josh said so.

A bad friend and a good
friend at the same time.

How do you do it?

- I have no choice.

- You were friends with Eliot.

Very best friends.

Now you can be friends with me.

It'll be the same.

You can show me how
to be more like him.

- No.

I love Eliot.

I would do anything
for him, even help you,

but you and I, we won't
ever be friends...

Unless you let me talk to him.

Prove he's still alive in there.

- I can't do that.

- But you could let him go.

You could choose a new body.

- But I like this one.

I like the way
people look at me,

and you and your
friends care so deeply

about what happens to it.

Why would I ever leave it?

- Hi.

- I'm here to see Bacchus.

- Um, yeah... I don't know
what you're talking about.

Um, it's... it's Ember, s...
- "Bacchanal" is the word

you're looking for.

Cut the crap, Shoshana.

It's me, Josh, from
the Bedsty party.

Come on.

- Oh, I... I didn't
think you'd remember me.

Well, it's actually... you
know, it's really good

that you're here,

'cause he's been darker
the last few weeks.

I think a friendly
face could really help.

- Great.

- Hey, Q?

- Oh, my...
- Oh, my God.

- Hey.

- Where have you been?
- We couldn't find you.

- "Enrolled at Brakebills,"

she said, fully
aware of the irony.

I just, um...

- I don't know where to start.
- Uh...

Have you heard
anything about Alice?

- No.

No, I mean, not
since she completely

screwed us over at
Blackspire, why?

Where is everyone else?

If the Library's going
to arrest us on sight,

how do we get one of these
coins, much less five?

- I asked around, so there
might be another way.

The Library's official story

is that the McAllister family

heroically turned magic back on.

So they gave them a free pass

to as many coins as they want.

They give them these special
cards with no limits,

no questions asked.

Only a few of them
exist, and Hedges

are calling them Black Cards.

- We could steal one.

- If you steal a credit
card, it only works until

it's reported stolen.

With something this
valuable, it's gonna happen

pretty damn quick.

- Forgery, maybe?

- Good enough to
fool the Library?

- I used to know a guy,
a master counterfeiter.

The Beast killed him, but...
- But that

was in your timeline.

- I did know Franky
since before Brakebills,

so hopefully your Penny did too.

And hopefully he
has the same number.

Damn it.

I still have the DJ's phone.

Well, the good
news is your Penny

has the same password as
me, so I'm downloading

his contacts right now.

- Ugh.

So many Insta notifications.

- Okay, I got his number.
- I'll try him.

- I can't log in.

It wants to send a text message

to my old phone to confirm,

but if I had my old
phone, why the hell

would I be doing this?

- Have you talked
to your dad lately?

- I called him
from Brian's phone,

but nobody picked up.

- Nobody answers their phone

when they don't recognize
the number, right?

- You're probably right.

- Guys, he picked up.

- Oh, I don't think
you can park there.

- Yeah, I don't think he cares.

Shit just always seems
to work out for Franky.

- Another timeline?

That's wild.

I thought you were dead.

- Likewise.

So the Franky I knew
was a counterfeiter.

- So am I, but for most jobs,

my skills are overkill.

Duping objects to fool
regular dopes is simple.

99% of the art you see
in museums is fake,

because why waste the real thing

on people who can't tell
the difference anyway?

Fooling Magicians, though,

that's where the
special sauce comes in.

So what's the MacGuffin?

- A Library Black Card.

- That's gonna take
a lot of sauce.

- You know what?
- Let me get that.

That's probably for me.

- Congratulations...
- Not now, guys.

You know what?

Actually, I'm gonna grab... Thank you.
Thanks.

Have a good one.

- Are you gonna
explain that, or...

- Are they even your size?

- They're always my size.

Anyway, uh, Library Black Card.

That's tricky, but I can do it.

- Yeah, what'll it cost us?

- Whatever you're
withdrawing from the Library,

double it.

- Ten Dewey coins?

- That's like "raise an army
- of the dead" level magic.

- That is a big ask.
- Yeah.

If my forgery works,
it won't matter.

Now, I'm gonna need some stuff.

I'm gonna need at least two

minutes with a real Black
Card to use as a mold,

two Philly cheesesteaks,

four liters of cherry
soda, not store brand...

That's a deal breaker.

- I know. I know.

- And at least a
third of a Dewey coin

to get us started.

- You need a battery
to get more batteries?

- Yeah.

Call it, uh, seed magic.

- Oh, uh... we can't exactly
walk into the Library

and just ask for one.

- Well, there's a game of
Push happening tonight.

- What's Push?

- It's a card game.

- High rollers play for Deweys,

but you can buy in for less.

Any of you good at cards?

A Magic card game is hard
under normal circumstances,

but right now the Library's
only putting out enough magic

for small-scale spells.

I mean, one big transformation,

and I'm gonna black
out the entire room.

- Yeah, it's about efficiency.

Some Magicians are semi trucks,
guzzling magic to do a simple spell.

Some of us are Priuses.

What are you?

- A sensible, mid-sized...

- What was the one that
would always explode?

- Yeah, that.

- Hey, can we back him up?

No, no, not... not me.

I can't even make a spark.

- I'm... well, I'm... kind
of persona non grata

at Push games in
this city, so...

- I just don't want to.

- It's a one-on-one game,
anyway, so no backup.

But, uh, good luck.

- What do you have to wager?

It's a protection amulet.

It's sort of all-purpose.

- It's not good enough.

If you can't buy in,
make room for somebody who can.

- Uh, wait.

Um, he's a Traveler.

I'll wager his exclusive
services for 48 hours.

- A year.

- A month - Whoa, hold on.
- I won't lose.

- But you're a loser.

- A month.

No questions asked.

Welcome to the game.

- Kay, the rules
of Push are simple.

It's like the game War.

Two players.

Each draws a card.

High card wins the hand.

When the deck is
gone, the game's over.

But the real art of the game
is knowing how to cheat.

See, a... a shuffled deck of cards

is not a fixed thing.

It's a cloud of possibilities...

And you can change the
odds if you know how.

Put the right card
into your hand,

or the wrong card
into your opponents.

- Wait, what is that?

- Rules of Poker.

You'll have to beat three
opponents to win the whole thing.

- Shall we?

- The more probability spells

that you throw around,
the more improbable

things can get.

- Be careful of those.

They killed Bobby Darin.

- The final round is when
you play for the Dewey.

Breaking a tie is complicated.

- Get the hats.

You throw cards into a hat,
and whichever you sink,

you score like a poker hand.

- Straight flush.

- I'm just saying,
what if he loses?

- I'm a Traveler.

I'll grab the coin
and blip away.

- Yeah, and then the
people you just robbed

hunt you down and torture you.

So why don't we save
that for plan B?

- Listen, if you lose
this last hand, it's over.

I think we need to
be ready for plan B.

- What is the point
of this display?

You've used up all the
ambient magic in the room.

- I guess we'll just have
to play an honest game.

Got it.

- Perfect.

Now the easy part.

Borrow a Black Card
to use as a template.

- Anything?

- No.

Why are we going
along with this?

Marina killed my mother.

- That was a different Marina.

- How different?

Are we just gonna hand
her a nuclear bomb?

- What's the alternative?

- We use it against her.

- Where does that end?

I'm... I came here to get away
from that kind of shit.

- You know, I'm
getting really sick

of being the voice in
the back of the room

that everyone ignores.

The other me, Sam, did whatever

she thought was right,
regardless of what

anybody else thought.

- I get it... because
where I came from,

everyone I cared about is dead.

No other voice to
listen to but mine.

But maybe Sam didn't care
what anyone else thought

because she was alone.

You aren't.

- Whoa.

I got something here.

There's huge energy
coming off her purse.

It's gotta be the
Black Card in there.

- Showtime.

Oh, excuse me, I'm...

I'm... I'm sorry.

Do I know you from somewhere?

- I mean, I dabbled in acting.

- What have I seen you in?

Let's just say some
provocative films of the 1970s.

- Interesting.

- All finished.

- Great.

Let's go.

- Uh, there is one little thing.

That special sauce I was
talking about before.

Most forgers use
complicated illusion work.

That's not quite my thing.

- Did a bird just
bring you a sandwich?

- Yeah, I guess she did.

You want it?

- Well, I mean, yeah, but...

- But what the fuck, Franky?

- This is what
I'm talking about.

Luck is my discipline.

The forgeries I make give
whoever's holding them

insanely good luck.

So nobody even bothers to check

if the thing is fake.

I've done the spellwork
so many times,

I'm just sort of
encrusted with it.

Luck is zero-sum,
so all that bad luck

has got to go somewhere.

- It goes into a bear?

- Somebody, not me,
has to hold that

while the others bring

the Black Card to the Library.

And whoever's holding it
is gonna have a bad day.

- I'll do it.

- No, Jules.

You don't have to. He...
- It's... it's okay.

It's hard to explain, but
I'm kind of bulletproof.

If anybody should
have terrible luck,

it should be me.

- Why are you bulletproof?

- That's none of your business.

- Pick it up.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, something's wrong.

Uh, whatever "none
of my business" shit

is going on with
you, it's interfering

with the fortune
spell, so set it down.

Set it down!

- All right.

Dahh...

- Looks like you
just volunteered.

- You awake?

- Nope.

- It's time.

- Anti-magic paint
on a magic lock.

Wish I had thought
of that before those

book-sniffing bastards
ruined Christmas.

- Shh.

- Which way now?

- I don't know.
- Something isn't right.

This should continue straight.

- Well, you made this map by
mind-controlling a cockroach.

Shouldn't we trust our eyes
rather than some shit-eating bug?

- No, I think it's an illusion.

There's spellwork on this wall.

- Or it's a wall.

- This is it.

The books of everyone.

- You look for yours, and I'll
- go look for my friends'.

I gotta tell you, it is such a
relief to take off that Ember disguise.

So what have I been
missing down on Earth?

It must be bad.

Your chakras are all fucked up.

- Oh, yeah.

Uh, we got magic turned back on.

- Hey.

- And, you know,
one of our friends

just betrayed us...

Which is crazy, right?
Like, who would do that?

- Yeah.
- I got mind wiped.

Yeah, I was living as this other
dude named Isaac for months.

- Um... that is
exactly kind of close

to my situation.

So I'm being hunted by
this douchebag monster,

and, like, I need a
place to crash, right?

That's when I remember
that squirrely little

human friend of yours
said that he killed Ember,

and I'm like, "I could
take that guy's place."

Live to fuck another
day, you know?

- It's kind of nice, you know?

Freeing to... to live as

someone else for a little bit.

- Yeah, I guess.

You know, a famous
cocksman once told me,

"Once you've had quantity,
the only thing left

is strange."

And, boy, is this
place full of strange.

- I mean, Isaac's
life was great.

Lot of friends,
big, uh... family.

But eventually,
it... it all ends,

and your old life,
your old problems,

they catch up to you.

- Or your problems
never find you

and the party goes on forever.

Oh, look at that, I'm dry.

Is that... did you make for me?

- Yes.

- Josh special?

- Uh, yes.

I... I made it for you.

- You and me, Joshy,
we're the same.

We're born to be
the perfect hosts.

We want everyone around
us to have a good time.

We make sure of it.

Nobody does the same for us.

Mm-mm.

This is to Josh, not to Isaac.

This is to the real you.

- I'm sorry.

I... I pee-peed in
it, and you don't...

You don't drink that.

So...

- This the dumbest plan.

- Franky says the
disguises won't matter.

If the Black Card works,
nobody will question them.

- I feel like an idiot.

- Excuse me, sir.

- You have a fresh look.

Have you considered modeling?

- Kay, it's just soup.

Can't choke.

It's not scalding.

It's totally safe.

- Oh, look at that line.

This is gonna take forever.

I've been thinking, while we're
here, we should get a bit extra.

Five for Marina, five
for Franky, ten for us.

- We'd have to be insanely
lucky to get that much.

The more luck we get,

the more bad luck Quentin gets.

- When this is over,
the McAllisters

will still be after us.

We'll need to do some
major cloaking spell.

- It could kill him.

- Hey!

There's a truck outside
giving out free ice cream!

- I mean, two extra
coins can't hurt.

- It's... it's all good.

Soup spills all the time.

- Thanks.

Damn it.

How the hell do you get

a paper cut from a paper towel?

- Welcome.

- Hi.

- So how can I help you today?

- We need twelve
contained current coins.

- Here.

- No, God.

Keep it away.

- Everything looks in order.

Just need to check
one little thing.

Shoot.

Did you hear something?

- Where did it come from?

- Out of the... toilet.

- All right, then, I'll
send this requisition

to the home office, and
they'll return your coins.

- I thought you said your
phone wasn't working.

- It's a voicemail from my mom.

Do you think... - Q.

- It's got to be about my dad.

I'm not gonna... -
No, Q, the bear.

- Okay.

Oh.

Your request has been
flagged for follow-up

with a supervisor.

Wait here, please.

A requisition follow-up for you.

- Christ, can it wait?

Fine.

- Sorry, I can't see for shit.

This bloody thing's
making me crazy.

Do you mind?

- No.

Do... do your thing.

- What do I do?

- Just, please,
don't listen to it

until we hear back
from Penny and Katie.

- Oh, shit!

- Oh, Jesus Christ, now
I've got it in backwards.

- About those coins.

- Listen, the truth is,

the red tape, the
paperwork, it's, in my mind,

all just a wank.

You guys gonna
blow yourselves up?

- No.

- No?

Great.

Requested... approved.

- Sorry about the inconvenience.

- Thank you very much.

You have a good day.

- Jesus, shit.

- Okay, they did it.
- Drop the bear!

- It really came out of the...
- I don't want

to talk about it.

- Thank you, brother.

- I had a feeling
things would work out,

because they always do.

By the way, I'd
destroy those ASAP.

They'll be out of juice
soon, but you don't want

to take any chances.

- I'm on it.

- You nutsacked out, didn't you?

Oh, well, "pussied out"

makes perfect sense here?

- Well, if you mean that
- I couldn't go through with it,

Then, yes, you're right.

- Josh, we don't
have a choice here.

Now, where is the
rest of the Ambrosia?

- Fine, but just
know that Bacchus

will never drink
anything you give him.

- Oh, I'm not gonna
give it to Bacchus.

Yeah, I'm gonna
dump it in there.

Everyone'll drink it.

- Are you nuts?
- There are over 100 people here.

You have no idea what
that will do to them.

- Well, I'm pretty sure
it'll fucking kill them.

And I'll do it, unless
you start acting

like a real pussy and take one

for the fucking team.

- Hey, uh, I'm sorry about...

- We've all peed in
things we regret.

- I know gods are supposed

to be distant and unknowable,

but you're a good guy.

- I want to tell you a secret.

What did you put... in this?

- I found my book.

Now let's get the
hell out of here.

- I can't find my
friends' books.

"The following books have been"

removed from circulation
for revisions.

"Q. Coldwater, A. Quinn."

They're filling in the
endings of our books...

the pages that were missing
because of the Great

Blank Spot.

Nick?

- Hey, I'm sorry about
your friends' books,

but this is our chance.

Come with me.

- I can't.

I... I can't leave
without their books.

- Well, I want to do the...
- Look, just go, while

you still have the chance.

Okay, I can find the
Revision Room on my own.

For what it's worth,
you're still on my Nice List.

- The fuck?

- Do you remember me?

Because I don't.

I don't remember my name
or where I came from.

But I remember you.

You took something from
me, something important,

and then you...
threw me in a cage,

and I would like
for you to explain.

- You remember all that,
but you don't remember

what you are, what you did.

The word "monster"
has been thrown around.

- That's right.

We put you with the
rest of your kind.

- And I ate them.

- You're kind of making
my case for me here.

- We have the same parents.

Why am I a monster
and you're a god?

If you don't want
to be a monster, then let me go.

Give me back what you took from me,
and maybe I will.

- I can't... ever.

I'm sorry.

- It was a part of me, and
now it's a part of you.

Burning in your body.

- Wait. Wait.

This world needs me.

Its god is dead.

You don't have to do this.

There's others.

There's still time.

We can figure something out.

It doesn't have to be me.

It doesn't have to...

- What the fuck did he
just rip out of him?

Whatever it is, to a fairy eye,

it's like staring
straight at the sun.

- They're real.

- Well, it's been a pleasure.

- The trackers on us?

- Not actually a thing.

You guys are too lawful
good to bitch out.

- Marina.

- Hmm?

- I've been looking for you.

- Excuse me, miss.

These are free to a good home.

Are you interested?

- Hey, are you sure
Marina's apartment's

the safest place for us to meet?

- It's not Marina's.

It's mine.

- What did you do?

- I handled the problem.

Now, can we do
this cloaking spell

before the McAllisters
show up and kill all of us?

- Hey.

You haven't listened?

You know, your bad luck's gone.

Safe as it'll ever be.

But that's not what's
really stopping you.

- The other me...
Brian, his dad died

when he was a kid.

He was too little
to even understand.

All of his problems
were like that.

No sharp edges.

- Yeah.

- Look at us.

We paid a hell of
a fucking price.

You gave up being a goddess.

I gave up my father.

What did we get in return?

- Magic is back.

Mm-mm, not in the
way that we wanted.

How are you not furious?

Because, for almost everyone,
the world is a little brighter,

even if they never know why.

I hate the Library
for what they did,

but my part in it,
I knew what it cost.

And I'd do it again.

But you wouldn't.

- Will you sit
here for a minute?

- Yeah.

- Hi, Quentin.

Sorry to leave a
message with bad news.

I need to talk to you
about your father.

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