Roaki certainly didn't give Quinn much information when she finally spoke. The look in her eyes—pain, terror, hate—said that truly horrible things had happened to her. '[color=ec008c]They doubted me[/color]' gave away only a fragment of what Quinn was sure was a much deeper and darker past.

But through all these conversations, all the interactions they had, there was one throughline that Quinn had arrive at. She'd thought before, and said to Doctor Follen, that it was [i]winning[/i] that Roaki cared about. But that wasn't quite right. Winning was just how she reached what she [i]really[/i] cared about. 

She wanted to be strong. Or...maybe she just wanted to not be weak. Quinn wasn't sure quite yet which it was, or even if they were separate at all. And it also explained very neatly why she felt being a pilot was so important. Quinn remembered her first time in [i]Ablaze[/i] with a jagged clarity, and that feeling of barely restrained strength that had run through her even before she'd phased had felt [i]very[/i] good. She could easily see how it could become intoxicating to someone like Roaki.

"[color=ffe63d]If you don't mind, I have another question, Roaki.[/color]" What would Besca say? How would Besca say this, if Quinn were like this? What would she [i]do?[/i]

An answer jumped out at her, and a moment passed as she weighed what she was possibly about to do. It could help. It had helped Quinn before when she was upset. But, given how Roaki had acted up to this point, it could also very much hurt, and she wasn't quite sure which. Was it worth it, now that Roaki was starting to open up to her?

She thought that maybe it was.

So, air still moving unfamiliarly and uncomfortably across her eye socket, she hunched forward and, for the first time since the [i]Henkersmahl[/i]...

She made eye contact.

"[color=ffe63d]What is it you want?[/color]"