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[color=B0C4DE]"The APC has been attacked by three subnaturals."[/color]

Emma froze. It was amazing how quickly everything fell apart. Grant released Angel from the spider's web, but she was clearly injured, her face cut to ribbons. 

[color=B0C4DE]"Lawrence is down and the rest are missing.”[/color]

She hardly knew Lawrence, but he was her roommate. He had listened to her problems- problems which she'd never really told anyone. He'd given her advice. He'd made her feel at ease.

[color=B0C4DE]"Callan, can you hear me? Go into town."[/color]

Of course, it was Callan that Brent would send. She was strong. She was trustworthy. Emma needed to be here. Callan would be there for him, like she always was. Not Emma.

[color=8A3DFF][i]Marcus.[/i][/color]

What would Emma do if he died? Who even was he to her? It was true, Emma didn't really know him. Not [i]really[/i]. Not in the way someone should know people that they have strong feelings for. Not in the way that she had known Riley. Not in the way she'd known the others she'd tricked into loving her, those that she had convinced herself into thinking she loved.

[color=8A3DFF][i]But you care about him.[/i][/color]

One voice said.

[color=8A3DFF][i]You don't even like him. He's not the one you really love.[/i][/color]

Came another.

One thing was certain: Emma wanted to be there. There to protect him, there to make sure he wouldn't die. It should be her, not Callan, that would save him. For a moment nothing else mattered- not Hazel or Siena, certainly not Angel or Grant, not their mission- Factory was dead, after all, they didn't need her, did they? They could finish things here. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]Fuck the mission.[/i][/color]

She shook her head. She couldn't abandon them in the middle of a fight- what kind of teammate would that make her? What would everyone think of her? The others, those fighting with her mattered too. Their lives meant as much as Marcus's. She had an obligation to fight with them, she was powerful, wasn't she? She [i]mattered[/i]. They'd be weaker without her. The might get wounded, or worse yet die. 

That's what made it hurt even more when Determination crumbled away. Not to her avail, but by way of her power... or lack thereof. Love wouldn't come, nor Devotion, let alone the others. She was now useless for as long as she was here, as long as she stood there uncertain with her friends dying around her. She couldn't leave, could she? All she could do was stand with mouth agape, an emotional wreck for everyone to see.

Dead weight.