She'd messed up.

She'd messed up [i]badly.[/i]

She didn't know why she'd messed up. Why Roaki had reacted to eye contact like that. But she definitely knew she [i]had,[/i] and that was more than enough.

Quinn didn't want to leave. Didn't want to leave Roaki alone there, didn't want to stop talking to her. But she'd already made her cry, and the last thing she wanted was to upset her [i]more.[/i] It was the first time she'd upset somebody enough to cry, she thought. She really, really didn't like it. So as much as she wanted to stay, she stood from the (uncomfortable) chair, tying the eyepatch back on as she did. She immediately felt better. More comfortable. Maybe if she'd had it on before, she thought bitterly to herself, she wouldn't have done something so stupid.

But she had. And she had to live with it.

"[color=ffe63d]Okay,[/color]" she said; soft, quiet, and a little bit sad. "[color=ffe63d]I'm going.[/color]" She walked to the door and...stood there for a moment, just...staring at it. 

Shut. Shut. Four white walls. Everything was white, white all around her, four white walls and a shut door she couldn't get out she couldn't leave she was trapped again again again—

She jolted as she came back to herself. She'd been standing there for...she wasn't quite sure how long. Long enough for tears to roll down her face and dribble from her chin. She was shaking badly now. She'd thought she'd gotten better. She really had. But she just...

With a herculean effort, she finally managed to place her hand on the door and slide it haltingly open. She could barely get words out, two words so mangled by her tears she needed to repeat them for them to even be comprehensible.

[i]"[color=ffe63d]I'm sorry.[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=ffe63d]I'm sorry.[/color]"[/i]

Then, supporting herself on the door jamb, she left, shutting the door behind her. As soon as it closed, she sat down against it with a loud [i]thump[/i].

She cried for a long time.