"[color=gray]I wouldn't rather you be any other way.[/color]"

Quinn's strange dissociative fugue start slowly abated, and she found herself leaning her head towards Besca's hand, cupping it between her cheek and her shoulder. The tears still ran from her eye, of course, but her hands loosened, then dropped. It only took a few minutes, a far cry from what it had been like before, when she'd been new to the Aerie and it would take half an hour to stop this kind of freakout; but it was still long enough for her eye to be puffy, red, and sore with tears cried and uncried. 

[i][color=gray]I know it sounds like I’m upset but I promise I’m not. Not with you, anyway.[/color][/i] That's what Besca had said, right? A few moments after that, Quinn spoke again. Her voice was still shaky and trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane, but it was stronger, more audible, not so filled with the overwhelming self loathing that had screamed through her whisper. "[color=ffe63d]R--really?[/color]" And then her mind caught up more with what Besca had said, and she felt the faintest echo of a smile spread across her face like cold honey.

"[color=ffe63d]You...really think I did the right thing?[/color]" Her mind fled back to the [i]looks[/i] on the newscasters' faces, at the sudden and deafening silence. So more quietly this time, "[color=ffe63d]...It doesn't feel like it.[/color]" Then a moment later, "[color=ffe63d]Would your life be better if didn't do all of this stuff?[/color]"