The Red Crown of Eshan
The sound of the Councilor's footsteps stopped. Irina had asked her the burning question. If it were just that, Quinn would have revealed the details behind her tone. Yet, Irina didn't know when to stop, when to bite her tongue…
"A bad day?" Quinn echoed. Her eyes settled on the sky where their shuttle and several others had fallen from. Was this all that this day was to the Apprentice… just simply a bad day?
Quinn exhaled softly as she shook her head, "No, this isn't a bad day." Finally, she turned to face the isolated acolyte who failed to learn the place she had put herself in.
"Today is a terrible day. Do you not see the dying and the dead around you? Do you not comprehend the lives that were just lost?" She was appalled by the girl's language. Shaking her head, Quinn stepped back and sighed.
"You wouldn't understand. It's unfair that I expect you to understand." She paused and then began to turn away to continue what she needed to do.
Irina had stated that they were not peers, they were not the same, and could never be. The girl wouldn't be able to even bear the thought that all of these lives depended on her actions, her choices…
Quinn should have been able to stop this, unfair, but it was the truth. Even if there was nothing she could do, at the end of the day, she had to answer for their deaths, for this mistake.
"You know." Quinn shook her head, "If I could, I'd sacrifice your pointless life to bring them all back…"
She began to walk again, not caring what the girl thought. She was below her.
"At least they understood their duty; you just pretend to."
A hand waved as she knelt to pull wreckage off of another figure that groaned and called out for help.
"Do something at least, if you get in your way, I'd rather deal with the wrath of your Master, than look at you standing there with that stupid look on your face…"
Quinn glanced over her shoulder and nearly laughed at the pathetic sight, "...as if you're going to try and act on your hurt feelings."
Aerik Lechner
deserved better, Quinn thought quietly to herself as she caressed and memorized the face of another young acolyte who had lost their life. She let her face soften just for a moment as the boy looked too much like the young wolf... and a part of her just once wished she could return his feelings. Maybe he'd have someone worth his time.