please fuel my ego and tell me what your favorite thing about me is.

Much like Harper’s known for, the pumpkin makes its appearance with little fuss and no explanation; left on the sill by her bed like some remnant decor to a holiday long forgotten. Quinn sits herself at the edge of her bed, sorting through the items with the same meticulous care she gives to everything WORTH giving attention to. The salsa held up and inspected with a pleased eye; gloves held between calloused hands before slipping them on, testing; the dress inspected, then folded neatly away in her dresser to wear on a warmer day; the bottle left on her stand to be opened afterwards.

The prewar money was something different. The single piece that lacked any real explanation or practicality in all of it. And yet, Quinn couldn’t help but find herself flipping through the pad of old paper like it’s something nostalgic. 

“Your turn, Harps.”

With little time to waste, Quinn tosses the coat and hat to Harper before making a rushing hand gesture.

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16: What makes them feel guilty?

TYPICALLY, anything that compromises her duties and responsibilities. She’s task oriented and when personal entanglements interfere with those things, it tends to sour her mood and follow on the coattails of every little thought and action she has throughout the day. Another thing that causes a lot of guilt is if Quinn feels like she’s ever beholden to anyone. She’ll go to almost absurd lengths to wipe away that perceived “debt.”

20: Religious/Spiritual?

Before the war, yes, but more out of obligation, but she does believe in some form of higher power.  Though Quinn’s painfully aware that the bombs fell  by human hand, she does have a quiet crisis of faith that ties in to the sheer culture and psychological shock since leaving the vault. 

The voice is a hollow echo in the abandoned chambers. It raises an interesting question--how Quinn was found, how Quinn was found by HER of all people. But it’s no real surprise. If anyone could find Quinn, if anyone could get inside that steel trap of a mind, why, Harper might just be the last person on Earth capable of doing so.

The Director turns on her heel--slow and steady--while flint eyes track the shimmering silhouette of her sister target. In another life, Quinn might not have drawn her sidearm. But the Institute is cut to shambles, just like the Railroad, and neither can afford to let their CHILDREN die by the other hand.