The first time happened during Quentin's second trial.
Surprisingly, although the first had been bad, afterwards when he woke up in front of the campfire he had only felt relief as he cried his eyes out in front of the other survivors. The next trial, however, he realize(more)d a horrifying truth as he listened to Meg shriek as she was strung up onto one of those awful meat hooks.
This was hell-a hell none of them would be able to escape from, even with death.
Something in him snapped that day, and he had never felt as broken as he did in that moment.
The generator exploded under his hands-the pain was real, but there was no way anything else was-and he fell to the ground before screaming. He saw a pair of boots beside him as Claudette tried to pull him to his feet, but when she saw he wasn't moving, even she had to abandon him.
The next pair of feet in front of him were bare, and covered in strips of cloth. The Wraith set its bell down, and Quentin ducked his head under his arms as he waited for his second death of thousands to come.
But that time, death didn't come. The Wraith set him in front of a hatchdoor, and when Quentin looked up, it lifted a finger to its mouth. A secret.
Quentin was not supposed to live, and he was not supposed to be repaired like the generators they were always repairing.
He never told anyone about that.
The second time Quentin broke was months later. He had been asleep when an awful, familiar feeling swept through his chest and he woke with a start as the other survivors arrived.
"There's a new killer," Dwight said. "The Nightmare."