Quentin Badass Motherfucking Coldwater
You know, on a first glance, it is so very easy to dismiss Q as someone fragile.
He has clinical depression. We see him sad and despondent so very often. We know he tried to kill himself before. He doesn’t strike you as a fighter. He doesn’t seem like a leader. He isn’t the most powerful. He isn’t the smartest. He doesn’t appear to be the most resourceful.
And yet.
Three times.
There have been three people who he loves wholeheartedly, who had been turned against him.
Niffin Alice. Who he didn’t let go of, who he refused to let be banished. Who tormented him.
Shadeless Julia. Who used him. Who was ready to sacrifice him to Reynard without a second thought.
Monster Eliot. Weeks of trauma, physical and psychological.
“A monster with his face and his hands.”
Three times.
Three people he truly loved.
And he kept going, kept fighting, kept believing in them. Through all the doubts and fear and pain and tears and heartache. Despite the hopelessness, and the broken brain, and being so god damn fucking tired.
He did this three times.
Quentin Coldwater was the fucking strongest.