[There's... a lot going on with that, and Quentin already has several questions crowding around inside his head that he wants to ask, when she just casually mentions the mark? Tattoo? Brand?? Whatever the fuck it is, but it's on his hand and Quentin has, in turn, been ignoring it and hiding it away whenever anyone came near.
It might be a brand, like-- didn't they use that on cattle? A curse? Someone's bad idea of a joke?
Whatever, but he slowly holds out his own hand, showing off the mark left there.]
It doesn't feel like a brand, though. And it doesn't wash off.
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It might be a brand, like-- didn't they use that on cattle? A curse? Someone's bad idea of a joke?
Whatever, but he slowly holds out his own hand, showing off the mark left there.]
It doesn't feel like a brand, though. And it doesn't wash off.