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Whatever amount of coziness the cottage might've inspired was lost on Quinn as he trudged his way inside. In a better state of mind, he probably would've found the absurdity of the situation amusing, but right now, it just made him uncomfortable. Strange people he didn't know, some cryptic old woman that looked at him like she'd seen a Contarini before, a complete and utter lack of concern for the people he'd almost [i]died[/i] to bail out of an imperial prison; nothing about this safehouse felt safe. 

Despite his weariness, he startled a bit as the life mage greeted them inside. The positivity was a whiplash from the way the commander had greeted them, and he'd even bothered to be the first to congratulate them. The food on the stove didn't sound any more appealing now that Quinn beheld it for himself, but the smell in the air gave him hope his appetite would return soon, lest he have to force down the food out of sheer necessity. Of course, the moment was ruined as soon as the reality of the situation returned. Right, a debriefing. He'd hardly have a chance to catch his breath before they'd be ruthlessly evaluated on every catastrophe that happened inside the walls of that detestible prison. Quinn should've expected it, he knew well that breaks were a reward for exemplary performance and he was simply not satisfactory back there.

Of course, it could've been worse. Quinn bitterly wondered if he'd be in the same position as the prisoner on the ground had the inquisitor actually managed to wound him. They seemed to think he was already dead, but they could've at least bothered to check first with precious seconds potentially ticking by. Last rites, what a joke; a few words over a corpse wasn't a consolation, he was already dead. If they weren't going to try and save his life, they least they could do is throw him away without the hypocrisy.

Quinn hesitantly collapsed into a chair at the table for lack of a more comfortable place to sit. The living room sounded inviting, but the mind mage had evidently commandeered it to evaluate the prisoner and that poor man had likely been through enough without Quinn gawking at him during the invasion of his brain, even if Quinn himself would likely not even be lucid for it. 

[color=a366ff]"I'm fine. Not hurt,"[/color] he repeated for the life mage's benefit as he gripped the side of the table in an attempt to still the trembling of his hands, [color=a366ff]"Focus on someone more important than me."[/color] 

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