Quinn looked down at the mud at his feet. Were they really supposed to just... move this? The whole class period? He couldn't not do it, either, with the Hoods hanging about. Fuuuunnnnn.

As he looked up he caught Tadhg's eye. He gave a side-frown and shrugged. Yeah, he didn't like it, either, but he was used to mistreatment at this point. And being treated badly didn't reflect on him, it reflected on those that mistreated him. Every time something like this would come up, he would think about his talk with Aboli: the persecutors will become the persecuted. Quinn just had to wait until that time came.

As Eden stood by him, Quinn looked back down at the mud. They still hadn't talked—mostly because Quinn still hadn't broached the subject, and didn't know how—but it was kinda awkward every time they were around each other. But... Quinn missed his friend. And they were about to be pitchforking mud together for who-knows-how-long, so... now was probably a good time.

"...E-eden..." he started, still looking down at the mud, "...I....I don't wanna be mad anymore..!" he said, and his voice broke a little bit as tears welled up in his eyes.