It took more than a few moments for Quinn to collect herself enough to lift her face from her knees. The eyepatch was still settled on her face, but it was noticeably out of position, had clearly been shifted around a bit. It took some more time to collect herself even after lifting her face enough to reply; and when she did, her voice was thin and reedy and filled with a deep, cold, miserable confusion as she battled to force the words out of her throat. 

"[color=ffe63d]I--[/color]"

"[color=ffe63d]Deelie, I--I looked...felt, I...I...[/color]" She swallowed hard, like she could gulp the lump back down her throat as tears still leaked from her eye. "[color=ffe63d]...I, under my eyepatch, I, I felt it, I--.[/color]" The words decayed into rambling static, then lapsed into silence, as she tried and failed to keep a hold on herself, to stabilize all the emotions rampaging through her. She took a deep breath, then: one, two, three. Just focus on that. Focus on the breathing. Don't focus on anything else, just the breathing. It took her well over a minute of just shuddering against the wall to finally resume what she'd been saying.

"[color=ffe63d]I...felt under my eyepatch for, for the first time ever[/color]" She was slowly beginning to uncurl as she grew slightly--[i]slightly[/i]--calmer."[color=ffe63d]Roaki looked at it. It's...[i]It's--[/i][/color]"

A part of her didn't want to say it. Like saying it would make it real. But that was stupid kid thinking. It was real, and nothing she could do would make it any less so. But even so, her voice dropped to a pained whisper, still cut with tears.

"[color=ffe63d]Why? [i]Why?[/i][/color]" She reached up to her hair, yanking at her bangs as her voice grew once again heavily agitated. "[color=ffe63d]Why didn't he tell me, Deelie?[/color]"

By the time she finished, she was almost yelling:

[i]"[color=ffe63d]Does he hate me?[/color]"[/i]