[Quark's eyes don't reach the camera. He has the tablet resting on his legs, but he seems too busy looking at his hands to face anyone who might respond to him. He doesn't even know why he's talking about all of this. He just...can't seem to stop.]

I think I'm going to die when I get back home, in the Nonary Game. I'm so afraid of that. I don't know where it's better for me to be...I'm not safe in Norfinbury, but I'm not safe there, either. I saw all these visions of the future...and they were so real. It happened months ago, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I try not to, but then I imagine blowing up, and getting sick, and killing myself. Usually with a scalpel. They're different timelines, I guess...I didn't understand that before, but things are different now. Norfinbury's made it all more clear. And I'm pretty sure I'm in one of the bad timelines. Or I'm going to be.

[He takes off his hat and runs his hands through his hair, practically pulling it out.]

I don't trust anyone or anything anymore.