Virgil: Man, I still don't get how a guy like Richie has a father like that!
Robert: That's a question that even Richie's father can't answer. That kind of hate feeds on itself. But Richie's made up his own mind about who to like. He's broken his father's cycle of intolerance.
Virgil: Man, I had no clue Richie was dealing with something this whacked.
Robert: He's gonna need your friendship now more than ever.
You have to promise me we'll never be like them, Quentin. I know you think it's going to be all queens and dragons and fighting evil and whatever, like in Fillory. I know that's what you think. But it's not. You don't see it yet. There's nothing out there. So you have to promise me, Quentin. Let's never get like this, with these stupid hobbies nobody cares about. Just doing pointless things all day and hating each other and waiting to die.
And sorry I'll never be like you!
—Mei to her mother, Turning Red
