Well, it had appeared that William had finally come to his senses, although rather late into the morning. How could someone she had known deteriorate to a state of laziness? Then again, Quinn was a rather punctual individual who preferred things to become a scheduled and organized matter over that of “living by the wind’s code” or some sort of other free-spirited individual. Rather, Quinn was an individual who valued habits and predictable means of existences. Though not one to consider “thinking outside the box” as a valid point of discussion, Quinn understood that the world was operated upon by “laws of existence”, of which are unchangeable, undeniable rules that govern the world before her.
“S-sorry,” Quinn meekly apologies for her outburst, a bit ashamed of her own tone of voice. What was the reason that she had been so worked up about this conversation. The two could have discussed it at the point which Will had awoken, but for some reason Quinn felt the need to be impatient around this individual. After all, there was much she wished to discuss with this man. They had not seen one another for years, after all. There would be much “catching up” to do.
But, there was a topic which Quinn had wished to discuss with William. She wished to seek out William for a while now in order to discuss this manner, but William seemed to be a rather evasive individual to find, leaving and going, with the wind always by his side, a trail of death not too far from his wake.
Her position seemed to switch from a more lax posture to something that seemed to convey a sense of seriousness; as if the individual known as “Quinn” had changed disposition at the drop of a hat.
“It was not too long ago,” She began, as if recounting something painful; something she wished she did not have to experience once again, but would attempt to press forward, informing the other of the situation which had taken itself a position within Quinn’s heart forever.
“It seemed like an average day. No different than the one before it. My family and I were at our villa. I was continuing to work on this armor to the best of my ability; the one we had originally planned to release as a Bradley-Abrams product with the merger underway. It would, however, not retain the peacefulness of earlier in the day. “
She paused for a moment, before recollecting herself. “What appeared to be heavily armed raiders had gotten past our security personnel at the villa had begun an attack. It was a bloodbath. I was lucky to escape with my life. My father… he sacrificed himself to protect me. However, I cannot allow such a transaction against my family slide.”
Quinn looked directly at William, her icy expression never wavering, never faltering, never batting her lip in a tremble.
“Do you have any knowledge on the ones who had attacked my family? I have been searching for a while now, but all the leads I have come across lead to cold trails. Do you know anything about this, William?”