As Quinn sat down beside the bed and continued to speak, a look passed between Besca and Dahlia. A silent agreement. As strange as the things she said were, as outlandish as the last few days—month, even—had been, after everything she’d done, they owed her the benefit of the doubt. They listened, and they did their best to do so with open minds.

It was…difficult. 

Besca did remember the voice, and had, over time, come to believe it was a natural, albeit incredibly strained, reaction to the invasion. Quinn’s instincts manifesting in her memories as a direct [i]push[/i] for her survival. 

But then, she’d found out about the water, and suddenly it didn’t sound so strange. If she’d been dosed with modium her whole life, perhaps it was possible she’d been experiencing Conduit delusions before having ever stepped foot in a cockpit. 

Only…

“[color=ffe63d]—And when I phase, she's what—she stops me from falling in.[/color]”

The meaning was clear enough, and it really was her mind, tainted, then why would it be [i]keeping[/i] her from closing the Circuit? It wouldn’t, she was certain, but until a few days ago, she’d been certain that Modir didn’t talk, too. 

“[color=gray]Alright…[/color] she said. “[color=gray]So this…other you. This little you. What does she…[i]do,[/i] exactly? In your dreams, what’s she saying? She's not trying to hurt you?[/color]”