Quinn looked out the Bay window, thinking quietly to himself. He knew he had enjoyed that way too much and it was haunting his mind. He had promised Jessica he would rein in his dark side and promised himself so that he was turning over a new idea, a new self. As much as he wanted to say that it had to be done the way it was, he knew that was not true. He could have just as easily just last of the floor the phone call. He had decided to keep it personal, and beyond that, he had enjoyed watching her die…
As the sun sank toward the horizon, he tried to figure out how he would deal with this. He had not even moved to change his clothing since they returned from Shreveport. He had just been sitting there and thinking, wondering why it felt so good. He was glad that Jessica was visiting her family and Monroe, because he was not sure how good faith right now. He had broken his promise to Jessica and let his dark side rule him, even if just for a bit. He had taken true pleasure in watching the serum do it’s dark work on Dimona, even to the point of taunting her as she died… He was not even sure how to deal with it himself, much less how to explain it to Jessica…
As the sun sank toward the horizon, he tried to figure out how he would deal with this. He had not even moved to change his clothing since they returned from Shreveport. He had just been sitting there and thinking, wondering why it felt so good. He was glad that Jessica was visiting her family and Monroe, because he was not sure how good faith right now. He had broken his promise to Jessica and let his dark side rule him, even if just for a bit. He had taken true pleasure in watching the serum do it’s dark work on Dimona, even to the point of taunting her as she died… He was not even sure how to deal with it himself, much less how to explain it to Jessica…
