It was a strange sensation, when ones’ innocence is stolen. It was obvious to Ewan that Quinn, despite being smaller in stature, had already lost hers. Somewhere, somehow, someway, someone had hurt her in a way that was almost unforgivable. He could see it in her face now, her lack of sympathy and disgust almost in his reaction, as if he were the weak one. It was almost funny now to him. She didn’t care how she’d hurt him because she had been hurt herself.

It was in that moment that all the hurt and betrayal left his face. It was replaced by pity. His eyes softened as he looked back at her, his stony face slipping away. Even though she’d taken something from him, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She couldn’t understand how the simple lie had had this much of an impact on him but, to know that, she’d have to know him! and well... why would she want to? Quinn was one of those people that did not see the point in things if it didn’t slap her in the face and force her to pay attention.

Tilting his head slightly now, still not breaking eye contact with her, “Schdgbzonsdfps... What does it mean?”, not even trying to pronounce it right. Despite the pity on his face, he couldn’t hide the curiosity in his eyes. What had hurt her this badly?

Still looking at her, his legs aching slightly from bending down to look at her, he couldn't help but wrap his arms around himself. Almost as if it would stop the glass from shattering.