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Emma didn't protest as she watched the bodies of Padma and Alexis be taken. She didn't speak on the ride back to campus. She didn't resist as they shoved her into the hospital room. She did what the nurses and doctors told her without a word. 

She wasn't even crying anymore. Entirely despondent to an extent that bordered on theatrical. 

That was until [i]he[/i] came. The person in question, of course, was Benediction. She glanced up at the retinue of guards. He was barely visible between them but there was no mistaking it. She'd seen him on the news more times than she could count, browsed message boards dedicated to his glory, seen every fake sex tape where an actor dressed in his likeness got a go at an equally fake Sparrow- she could go on, but it would be best to leave it at that. But hell, it would be impossible for any person that was even a little up to date with current events not to recognize him. John Lennon had nothing against Benediction- that is to say he is 'bigger than Jesus' in a very literal sense.

And that made it all the more suspicious that he was here. Benediction was incredibly hard to obtain- both due to his aloof attitude and the myriad of red tape that one would have to go thorough to obtain the government's most important asset, arguably the most important person living on this Earth. He might not be able to fight but he was with very little doubt the most powerful of the Precursors. The power to circumvent death was something sacred, something must be kept safe from those that would abuse it. 

So why was he here, wasting his time on a random group of students? [i]Very[/i] suspicious. Of course there was only one conclusion:

[color=8A3DFF][i]We're important to them... but why?[/i][/color]

Emma didn't have a clue as to the why, but it was clear that if Benediction was here to heal them they were important indeed. It was hard to imagine that a group of fledgling mages would warrant the attention of Precursor, but they did all the same.

Another thought dawned on her:

[color=8A3DFF][i]Are the others still dead?[/i][/color]

After all if the living students were healed, why not the dead? Could the two she had worried over so much have been brought back? 

She certainly hoped so. She could even... she could ask, couldn't she? 

[color=8A3DFF]"W-wait..."[/color] She called out for the Precursor weakly, but he paid her no mind, already disappearing through the doors at the other end of the room. That wasn't a surprise. Why would the almighty Benediction pay any attention to her, or any of them? They were but a minor annoyance in his daily routine and nothing more. How vain could she be to think that he would care about her, let alone that he would go out of his way to find the bodies of the others? She that little bit of hope disappear, getting up slowly from the hospital bed, wounds now healed. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were still shredded but she was no longer covered in small scratches from the witch's attack

As soon as she was allowed to leave she did so without a word, sulking all the way back to her dorm. She didn't have words for Lawrence or Hazel. 

That night she would take an inconsiderately long shower and then go to bed without a word, where a long, deep, sleep awaited her.