Quinn continued to hold Erin in his hands, his skin was still burnt up in places as parts of his flesh could be seen even on his face. It looked painful and truth be told, Quinn was in pain right now, his body healing slowly from the damage, but to him there was something a lot more important going on.
Today he had lost a dear friend, one he had thought that he had lost a long time ago. He had committed to killing the person who was in his arms and he had gone through with it, thinking he had done the right thing, but at the last moment, after the deed was done, he was having second thoughts.
'What did Erin mean by what she just said? She would never forget about who killed her parents, she always hated the Dalki and that was what drove her to get stronger. I don't understand.'
