"I'd feel pretty horrible. I'm sorry."

Correction: she did feel horrible, right now, right this second. About a lot of things.

But. Butbutbut.

"But it's Emmerson's fault that they came at all - don't you see that? Don't you care at all?"

They hadn't been killed or crucio'd yet. Eden didn't feel like explaining to Quinn that one or the other was almost inevitable the way things were going, because she didn't want to upset one of the only friends she had any more than she'd already managed to do. Or die. She was tired and maybe out a friend and she needed to figure out what she was going to do about all these slugs. Her brain hurt.