[Quentin tilts his head back with an exaggerated groan. First the grave insult of those idiots who didn't appreciate him, then the headache still pounding in his skull, and now some girl is being rude and trying to debate... philosophy or something. Why do these things happen to him?]
Why do you think? If you saw me winning — with my natural abilities, by the way — shouldn't you know? I'm just demonstrably better, it's a fact.
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Why do you think? If you saw me winning — with my natural abilities, by the way — shouldn't you know? I'm just demonstrably better, it's a fact.