Quinn hung her head. Besca was right. She did everything that she could. Everything. 

"[color=ffe63d]O...oka—[/color]"

She tried so hard. But sometimes things just didn't work out, right? Sometimes as hard as you tried, it didn't matter. She'd done her best. Wasn't that all that could be asked of her? It wasn't her fa—

[i][color=darkorange]Don't look, Quinnlash.[/color][/i]

[i][color=green]Alright! Wish me luck![/color][/i]

[i][color=silver]I found you in Runa. I found you here.[/color][/i]

[b][i]"[color=ffe63d]NO![/color]"[/i][/b]

The word burst from her almost without warning and she [i]thrashed[/i], fighting against Dahlia's hold. Fighting weakly and getting nowhere, but fighting nonetheless, clawing uselessly at the air. Her breathing was loud and [i]frenzied[/i] on the comm, and once again she started to scream. "[color=ffe63d]No! God no god no [i]no no![/i][/color]"

How many people?

[i]Thousands,[/i] her cruel brain echoed back. [i]Thousands, and now another one.[/i]

[i]"[color=ffe63d]Let me go! Let me go, please, no more, no more, please no more,[/color]"[/i] her voiced lapsed back on itself, the frantic energy petering down as she tired herself out. Her struggles weakened quickly until before long Dahlia was holding a limp doll again. Still, she croaked feebly: "[color=ffe63d]Please...no more, don't—don't let anyone else die—[/color]" Tears, momentarily arrested by her frantic outburst, poured out again, and she finally let herself close her eye, shutting [i]Blotklau[/i]'s dissolving carcass away.

"[color=ffe63d]...Don't let anyone else die because of meee[sub]eeeeee.....[/sub][/color]"