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Emma quivered with anger. She'd never done that before. She'd never felt like she did right now in the entirety of her 'normal' life. She'd never seen people die. She'd never been so close to monsters, let alone fought them. She'd never [i]fought[/i] anything. She never imagined that she'd be a subnatural, never conceived that she'd be a prisoner in a research institute, that she'd become a weapon to fight DC's creations, that she'd have the responsibility to fight for the sake of her friends or the people of Crimen Culpae 1, she'd never imagined-

Today was filled with a lot of things she had never done or imagined doing.

Most importantly she'd never hit someone in her life. She wanted to now. More than anything she wanted to wipe the sneer from Shane's face.

[i][color=8A3DFF]They died because he wasn't here fast enough.[/color][/i]

[i][color=8A3DFF]Aren't I just blaming him for your own mistakes? They died because I wasn't strong enough, didn't they?[/color][/i]

[i][color=8A3DFF]It doesn't matter anyways, does it? I can forget about him and the others, they don't matter.[/color][/i]

[i][color=8A3DFF]I don't matter either, do I? I can just end my suffering, can't I? No one would notice, would they?[/color][/i]

Emma was never good at separating what thought were her own and which were her stigma's. What she [i]was [/i]good at keeping her emotions in check, but now she didn't feel like restraining herself. She didn't want to hold back. She didn't want to put on a fake smile and forgive the pink-haired stranger. 

She did want to hit him, so that's what she did. Her hand cocked back, sending her open palm flying towards the boy's cheek.