Quinn's thoughts stuttered to a stop.

"[color=ffe63d]W--what?[/color]"

How? How could that...? That didn't make any sense. She'd been so [i]angry,[/i] Quinn had seen it in her eyes, she had been [i]furious.[/i] Didn't that mean--how could it not--

"[color=ffe63d]But, but, you saw it after the duel, right?[/color]" She reached a hand up to take Dahlia's, pulling it from her face and squeezing it tightly, face writ with confusion as she began once again to fumble over her words. It didn't make sense. It didn't make any sense. [i]None of this[/i] made any sense at all.

"[color=ffe63d]That's--isn't that why you--you got so angry I thought you--[/color]" She swallowed [i]hard,[/i] cutting off her babbling, and her eye flicked over to the penlight that Roaki had left on the nightstand. She grabbed at it, pulling it towards them, but dropped it before it could reach her, tumbling down and rolling under the bed. She reached down to get it, but only barely managed to pull herself back to stop from falling herself.  She swallowed heavily, feeling the hysterical tears starting to bubble towards the surface again, and closed her eye to keep them locked down.

Oh. That was right, Dahlia could see in the dark anyway. 

At that thought, Quinn turned to her, yanking the eyepatch off her head to reveal the twisted expanse of gray scarring that dominated the right side of her face before leaning in towards her.

"[color=ffe63d]Look,[/color]" she begged, eye still shut tight as she hoarsely whispered. "[color=ffe63d]Just--look--[i]please.[/i][/color]"