It's the kind parts of you? Not your soul, but. The parts of you that care.

[Another shrug. That sounded a lot worse than most of the things Quentin had had to go through, the quests and trials of being who he was. What's depression and fantasy worlds against watching your family dying over and over?]

My ex-girlfriend had to drink a huge cup of god jizz once.

[Quentin's mouth blurts out.]