[ Julia feels that all she's been facing lately are impossible choices. Any time she's had a moment of excitement like answering prayers, reigniting the dead trees, using magic without spells, it couldn't last because the big picture was so final. Creating a world of her own? Incredible. But locking everyone she knew out of her life, impossible.

Instead she listens to him. To his passion and enthusiasm, to the way he talks about universes like he's seen a million and still hasn't had enough. That type of love for life and exploration is inspiring. Julia has a feeling he brings that to a lot of people. She smiles to herself because his hands waving like that reminds her of Q, the two of them would have so much to talk about. ]

Because they have hope? They want to think it could still get better.

[ It's cheesy and so very Quentin. He's always struggled with sadness in a way few people could understand but he believed. If only they had more time to talk about everything. She looks up at the sky, the eternal night here. ]

Aren't you worried being stuck here will be a struggle, for a universe traveler?