Quinn shivered as Besca went on, Dahlia's hand in her own a comfort, but still not enough to dispel this horror, not nearly. [color=black]Quinnlash's[/color] retreat left her with a strange feeling of absence that she had trouble explaining; like even when she was alone she hadn't [i]really[/i] been alone, but now she [i]was[/i] and it hurt. She squeezed Dahlia's hand tighter.

She didn't like it, the idea of people being turned into Modir by completing the circuit. It filled her mind with images of Dahlia in [i]Dragon[/i] and Roaki in [i]Blotklau[/i] and even of Safie in [i]Jubilee,[/i] pulled into the dark [i]wherever[/i] through the singularities and then coming back and all she could do was fight them and kill them. It hurt. It hurt really bad, deep down in her chest, a throbbing, pounding pain that came from the furthest reaches of her heart. She didn't want to think about it anymore, but she just...couldn't stop herself. She closed her eye for a moment in an attempt to compose herself that was met with [i]dubious[/i] success.

As soon as Besca mentioned him—it—[i]Dammerung[/i]?—[i]it[/i] talking to her, she knew exactly where things were headed. So she had time to tense, squeeze Dahlia's hand tighter, and brace herself before the voice poured from the speakers.

"[color=silver]It cannot stand...[/color]"

Despite the bracing, Quinn couldn't help it; she let out a terrified little squeak and shrank backwards into Dahlia, like she could find some way to run or hide from the voice as it filled the small room. 

She didn't move or speak until the voice finally fell silent and the audio file closed, when—if her reaction hadn't been answer enough—she said quietly and oh-so-tremulously, still holding tight to Dahlia's side, 

"[color=ffe63d]Y—yeah. That's...that's him—it.[/color]"