Do you ever think about Quincy? Does it ever run across your mind that the slaying of the beast flitted by smoothly and without any emphasis—after our protagonists have spent the entire novel working toward this very moment? But Quincy...Our dear Quincy’s death rattled the pages themselves. It overshadows the death of the monster because unlike like the monster, Quincy is still very much a human. Quincy has a heart of gold and has plunged headfirst into danger because his friends were disturbed by the issues that plagued them and he offered a hand, without any hope of repayment for his toil. He was the purest of soul and the most human character remaining. The world stops when we lose a soul so bright. The beast means nothing in the end. Let this be a friendly reminder to the men on top who dedicate their lives to gaining power no matter the cost. Your souls have flickered out and once you finally drop to the ground once and for all, the ripples will be minimal. No one will mourn. Hold onto the loveliness inside of you, it is what makes you alive.