Dahlia pulled away a little bit⁠—not far enough to leave Quinn's desperate embrace⁠—and smiled.

"[color=skyblue]Never sorry to me. I’m not sorry. I wouldn’t change anything. Made you a promise. ‘Cause I wouldn’t change anything.[/color]"

Quinn stared up at her, almost uncomprehending. [i][color=skyblue]Didn't hurt me. Never hurt me, Quinn.[/color][/i]

And just like that, the fervent energy that she gripped her sister with wilted and faded, and she just about collapsed into her, resting her face on her shoulder once again. Closing her eye tight, clenching her jaw, she tried her absolute hardest to not cry again. And she [i]almost[/i] succeeded. Almost, but not quite. The love that Dahlia showed her. Her burning, cloying guilt. Her...her parents, and the new news that she'd been burdened with. She couldn't hold it forever. And once the first tears came, the floodgates opened, and she [i]wept.[/i] 

Even so, she kept trying to force words out through it. No matter what her sister said...she still wasn't doing enough. So she kept going, voice small and tremulous, like the pathetic child that she was, deep down.

"[color=ffe63d]I⁠—[i]hic[/i]⁠—I made you⁠—[i]sniff[/i] break...breakfast. 'S...[i]hrrkkkg[/i]...'s in the fridge.[/color]" Her hug once again turned tight, but less out of [i]desperation[/i] this time. It was more out of...

"[color=ffe63d]I⁠—I⁠—I love you, Deelie. I⁠—[i]heugh[/i]⁠—I love...love you so much.[/color]"