Quinn's jaw tensed.  He didn't like remembering that night, but it was an unavoidable thing.  The reminder was permanently affixed to his face, and damn hard to hide.
It was such a loaded question, with a potentially loaded answer to be given.  He could never tell these people that he used to be part of the Blood Army, that he had committed countless atrocities and sadist acts.  Things that would stain his soul forever.
He looked away for a moment, nervously adjusting his makeshift bandages.  No matter how he wore the fucking thing it still showed some of that scar tissue.
After what seemed like a long time, but was in actual fact only a few seconds, Quinn turned back to Charlotte.
"Blood Army happened, regular day at the beach for them," he choked out a crackling laugh to ease the tension and hopefully bring some much needed levity to the situation.
"Managed to take some of them with me.  Can still keep an eye on them in hell."