[In a way, Waltaquin thinks she knew there was something special about him from the moment he complimented her company. Not many here seem particularly tolerant of differences in attitude, and either he had been attempting to manipulate her - and thus, a man with many secrets to keep - or to some extent, the compliment had been genuinely intended.

Quin comes along in the late evening to visit him where he's being held by the beach, hands knit together in front of her.]

It would have been nice to see you play with Billy Butcher a little longer. I really should have kept the other one from interfering.

[Sonya probably would have lost his strength regardless, but she could had dissuaded Shuda from getting in the way of a real one-on-one.]

I suppose I should also say thank you for not killing me where I slept.