Quinn held her breath, holding still as she could, as Roaki poked her finger into her mangled eye socket. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable experience, but it was an old, old wound now; it was mostly just scar and skin, not much pain to be found there. Then Roaki muttered something in Helburkan. Quinn jerked slightly. "Did you get shot in the face? Did I miss you getting shot in the face?" She opened her mouth to say that no, she had not actually been shot in the face, that was not what had happened, when Roaki leaned over to grab a penlight. She shone it into the eye socket. Then she spoke. "That…it looks like modium."
Modium.
Modium.
Of course it had been modium.
A part of Quinn wanted to scream, and another part of her wanted to laugh. Instead she clenched her hands into tight fists, once, twist, three times, four, focusing on the feeling of her fingernails digging hard into her palms as she tried to clamp down on her rising hysteria. A mocking voice hissed inside of her, cast through time, telling her that it was because she'd looked outside. But no, it had been modium all along, that goddamn modium collecting in her and finding a way out in her fucking eye.
She thought back to when she'd taken her eyepatch off for Dahlia, right after the duel, and the pale-faced fervent fury that she'd displayed. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but looking back, well, it all made sense now, didn't it? She'd seen it. She must've. She'd seen it and she'd been enraged on Quinn's behalf. Everything fell into place there now.
"Oi, deadgirl, when'd you lose this?"
"I dunno," she muttered, voice shaking, as she tried as hard as she could to keep herself calm and not lose her mind, "four or five years ago?"