[ Not long before she found herself naked and struggling in Solvunn, she had been holding onto Q's essence from a universe away, drawn to him and the others despite being told to let them go. They were her friends too, and the idea of cutting them off, cutting herself off, had been so difficult to accept.

The Doctor might not be from her universe (although they all could be the same) but he's saying what her gut had been telling her. So who to believe? The old stranger with a positive spirit was sounding a lot better right then. Not that it matters either way, being stuck here. ]

You're impressively optimistic. It's great, just surprising.

[ Julia's never been a ray of sunshine, exactly, but she used to believe so strongly in everything she did. She walked through life with at least an ounce of his confidence and certainty. A thousand years later and he can be like this. She'd call this fate, if such a thing was real. ]

The gods in my world are ageless but old and detached. Even when they're answering prayers, they aren't connecting to the people they're healing. One of them told me that was required, to look at the big picture. Do you save one elf, or do you create a world where no elves need to be saved? That's what they had to decide.

[ And that does make logical sense. Iris was being frank but reasonable. Except it felt wrong. She's very torn on it. She didn't want to be like the rest of them but it all was slipping away. ]

Fillory was beautiful. Lush forests, mountains, talking animals, sentient trees, time travel, magic, rainbow bridges, castles, endless seas and living boats.

[ This at least she sounds so wistful about, as if she can remember her passion as a kid, and the reality may not have been perfect, but those were all real. She smiles over at him. ]

What's your favorite universe?