A conscience, she said. He had a conscience, after all, even he had lines he wouldn’t cross. Sure, since his sister died, some of those lines had blurred, but he still knew there were things he wouldn’t do. Fine, Isabella was a bad idea, he could see that now. Perhaps he was willing to go further on certain things, but still only so far before there would be the lines he wouldn’t cross. But how could he give up on his sister, if she wasn’t even there? Finch wasn’t here to see what he was doing, so what did it matter anymore? It wouldn’t hurt Finch anymore, and the list of people that might care about what happened to him was growing shorted by the day. Quinn hardly cared what happened to him anymore. So why did it even matter?
Quinn expected that Amie’s lecture would go on longer, but things came to a sudden change. With a concerned look, Amie grabbed him by the hand as a subtle shaking began and pulled him into a closet and underneath a table. “I’m fine. I was taught the same stuff you were.” he grumbled. He grew up in Beryl, he’d been taught what to do in an earthquake, and he didn’t need Amie trying to be the hero and tell him what to do. Quinn was simply done with the whole night and done with being told how he should and shouldn’t act, but there was one thing that Amie was right about. They were best off staying put until the earthquake stopped.
Quinn kept his mouth shut, waiting for the earthquake to stop, but when the shaking came to an end he stood up and went to the door. However, instead of opening the door and leaving, he stopped, but not by his own choice. The door wouldn’t budge. “Why the f^^k won’t this open?” Quinn spent a moment with his focus on the door before he turned, bringing his gaze to the girl. Did she really have to pull him in there with her? He would’ve been just fine alone, and not stuck in a closet. Seriously, why did Quinn keep getting locked in small spaces with girls that don’t like him? “I don’t suppose you have any bright ideas to get us out of this, do you?”