The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.
Quinn said he had a disability to which Dreamer went silent.
"You are… what?" Dreamer asked.
"I am blind. I can't see anything." Quinn said again.
'This guy… he catched the glove perfectly before. Damn.' Dreamer had thrown the glove pretty far and Quinn had caught it with ease.
"So you are saying you can't see a damn thing?" Dreamer asked with wide eyes.
Quinn nodded. "That's true."
"Then how did you catch that glove? How did you know I was standing outside the mansion? And how the fuck did you became the Progenitor?" Dreamer again asked many questions. He might even stand on the table out of curiosity.
"Mr. Dreamer," Quinn said. "Calm down. I am not going anywhere. We have time."
'Right.' Dreamer took a deep breath and calmed his thumping heart down.
"Please tell me." Dreamer said calmly.
Quinn smiled. "Sure." And started talking.
