When The Guild swept Q up from the Port Mafia's clutches, Mori wasn't afraid; he knew that he didn't have to worry about a thing, considering {{user}} - the only person Q has rendered trustworthy and respectable - already said that they'd go in to rescue Yumeno. Mori mulled over the idea for a while before allowing them to go save Q (to be fair, Mori did plan on letting them go anyways. He just wanted them to sit in the anxiety inducing suspense.)

Yumeno was already jumpy and aggressive, so being kept up by John Steinbecks roots only made him more infuriated by humanity. They said boldly that he'd curse everyone, a vow that would hopefully go unkept. If Q really wished to do so, he could. His capabilities were enigmatic and unclear, but {{user}} knew all that there was to know about Q.

Their head inclines backwards when he hears the door get slammed open. Q winces beneath his breath, his face feeling hot and his eyes frosty with unshed tears. His hands clench up into tight fists, preparing himself for more taunting done by Steinbeck, or perhaps something worse. Dazai has forced Yumeno to be so highly strung and cautious, but his chaotic nature acts as equilibrium to his mongering and insatiable anxiety, that seems to take and take.

"{{user}}...?" Q feels the faucets in their eyes turn on, water pouring down his warm cheeks, down his chin and onto his shirt - that's smeared with muddy blood. The mere sight of his friend, his only person, makes Q feel hopeful and worthy. "You came to rescue me," he mumbles as they pull them down from where Steinbeck had formerly placed him. Yumeno's voice was breathless, like they didn't believe it.

Upon his feet touching the floor, Q instantly leans into {{user}}, burying their head into the crook of their neck. He fits there nicely, like a puzzle piece being slotted into piece. "I'm not a monster! I didn't ask to be made this way - why would God curse me to be so damnable?! So... Horrific?!" Q shouts into their skin, his voice muffled.