“[color=lightblue]I don’t believe that’s possible at this point, Quinn. Apologies, I thought you already knew—the deal was made. We’re delivering her to Casoban within the week.[/color]”

Quinn blinked, and her mouth dropped a little ways open in raw surprise and confusion, like she just...didn't understand the words coming out of Doctor Follen's mouth. Or like they were in a totally different language; so far beyond her scope of understanding all she could t was sit there stupefied for a moment. A deal with Casoban. Delivering Roaki to them.

Letting her die.

Memories played back in her head of every day, when she visited Roaki, the tension in their speech, but at the same time, the kind of respect that they'd built up over the past few weeks.

They were letting her die.

Quinn's mouth moved before her mind could, really, and she found herself standing up in front of the chair braced on the arms, an expression between mulish stubbornness and seething anger no her face. Her emotions were tangled, but the same idea jumped out of all of them, and they all let to the same conclusion

"[color=ffe63d]No. Nuh-uh.[/color]"

Her voice was razor sharp as she went on: "[color=ffe63d]I'm not gonna let that happen. Casoban can [i]wait![/i][/color]" The confusion had cleared, leaving only frustration and determination. "[color=ffe63d]Roaki doesn't deserve death! And I'm not gonna let her die![/color]" Her mind raced. What could she do. What could she do? As firm as she was, she didn't have a real...

And then she did.

A way to convince Roaki to live.

Roaki clung to being a pilot like nothing else.

"[color=ffe63d]Sims,[/color]" she murmured.

"[color=ffe63d]Sims![/color]" Her voice was louder, and ever [i]more[/i] stubborn now, if possible. "[color=ffe63d]I'm taking her into sims![/color]"