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Cold ground. Sea soaked, the bitter tinge of salt water on her tongue and filling her nostrils. It had come and went so quickly, but Emma hadn’t quite found the will to pick herself up of the ground yet. For a moment she just let herself lay there, well aware of Determination crouched over her. He was never far from her side as he had been since he had ‘awoke’. The swell of water had knocked her off her feet, for a moment she had panicked, thinking more would come, but it receded as quickly as it had come. She realized that for a moment she was afraid of dying- afraid of drowning, cold and alone, in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

Maybe she wasn’t ready for it.

Another long moment. [color=8A3DFF]”Transmit. I’m fine.”[/color] she finally hissed, working up the will a while after the others. 

She felt the familiar the smooth cold touch at her back – Determination’s shadowy hand. [color=580ACC]”You’re okay.”[/color] it was more of a statement than a question.

[color=8A3DFF]”Yeah.”[/color] she confirmed, slowly picking herself up, pushing herself off the ground. [color=8A3DFF]”Alive, at least.”[/color]

[color=580ACC]”More than could be said for some.”[/color] the implication of the statement hung in the air for a moment, a hint of bitterness in Determination’s voice coloring the statement with intent. It didn’t take long for Emma to connect the dots.

[color=8A3DFF]”Sorry. I…”[/color] a statement that she couldn’t finish. She found her back against the walls of the lighthouse, finally sitting up now. Determination, for a moment, said nothing.

[color=580ACC]”You can’t keep killing us.”[/color] 

[color=8A3DFF]”I know… I just…”[/color]

[color=580ACC]”Get the white-haired girl next time.”[/color] he interrupted. 

Emma sighed. [color=8A3DFF]”Right. Yeah. You’re right.”[/color] the matter of Lily’s healing, it seemed, would be getting more complicated. She could worry about it later. The Amigos still might be a threat. She had lost track of what was happening while she was on the floor. She finally fully rose, walking towards the ruins of the lighthouse’s window. It looked like it was over, at least for the moment. The battle had come and passed and Emma hadn’t really done much of anything, now instead viewing the wreckage of the fight that she might’ve changed. There was no Angel, but plenty of injured. Was that her fault? Maybe. Probably.

Her that her continued uselessness was par for the course. 

As Emma turned away from the window she finally caught sight of a shock of purple on the ground. Her scarf. She had lost it in the flood, she realized. She bent over, picking it up from the ground, squeezing the water from it. A gift in tatters, soaked with salt water and stained with blood. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]Sorry, Val.[/i][/color]

She’d have to find the time to mend it. Maybe their next stop in their hellish, seemingly unending, journey would give her enough respite to do just that. She decided to stuff the tatters of the scarf in her pocket, seeing as it wasn’t in much of a state to be worn. 

She was looking around aimlessly as Ernie came in, giving her much needed direction. [color=8A3DFF]"Right..."[/color] she muttered, still in thought.