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He's a leech and half out of his mind, unable to pull him away from the onslaught of memories that pour into his mind from the blood. It's not a power that Quinn has been able to perfect, but he hasn't had much of a reason to try. So it's disjointed for him, it pulls from here and there and there's no rhyme or reason for it. He can see the way she had seen it, felt it, that first time. It was an astounding thing to see it and feel it all from this side, and then he watch watching himself in the cave that felt like home to him, but these weren't his feelings now, no. They were Echidna's and the way that she was touching him as he slept. Quinn got to have all of this firsthand from another perspective.

Then there were flashes of a lonely life, Echidna roaming alone and eating alone; all the things that they'd once done together. It doesn't end there, the pull of memories. A memory where Echidna had pinched his chin and took his hand and was telling him sweet things that of course he'd want to hear and that his heart was safe with her. Then there was something deeper down, buried, fractured. Them discussing running away together, blips of Cash and little newborns and the first day at Shaman. All the connections up to this point, maybe. It's all frayed through these parts, and then it was clearer. If a blue seahorse was clear, because it didn't feel like it. But the thing had starting talking.

And the words had shocked him, and the fact that Echidna had accepted them as truth shocked him all the more, right down to his core and it's enough to jar him away from taking more blood, into rolling, scrambling away because everything on his insides is burning and the words all go 'round and 'round in his head and he's violently sick in the next moment; expelling the blood from his system and shuddering. Then he's staring down at the puddle of blood and gore, pushing himself away when the expelled blood creeps towards his hands. He can't tell if she's finished or if he had, because he's certainly not aroused now and he's sheet white and shivering and staring at Echidna in a haunted way.