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[hr][b][sup][color=#fadadd]｢ Geneva, Switzerland | January, 23 ｣[/color][/sup][/b]
The sight of Ten, crumpled up and trembling and forced into submission, was heartbreaking. Why were they forbidden to speak to each other? They haven't seen each other for so long, and still they continue to keep them apart. Seven's hands involuntarily curled into angry fists; in the depths of heart, hatred swirled and effervesced, threatening to spill over and be released.

But then her Emm mentioned her cage and she froze, turning even more pallid with dread. The thought if it—the isolation, the darkness, the silence—makes her sick to her stomach, and it was all she could do not to lurch. She looked at Emmanuel teary-eyed, a distinct look of hurt flashing across her features, but said and did nothing more, besides shaking her head to show her compliance. The miracle fizzled before fruition and everyone's emotions remained their own. In her excitement at seeing her brother, she had forgotten that Emmanuel's love came wrapped in threats and pain. But it didn't matter. 

He is the only constant in her life. He is her favorite.

Seven gave Ten an apologetic look and made no move to help him, ignoring every impulse that screamed for her to do otherwise. No, she will sit and watch, and do nothing more. Perhaps they'll be rewarded for their obedience later. For now, Emmanuel was mad and she wanted… no, needed to make him like her again. 

Turning her attention back toward the stage, Seven watched the execution with little interest, barely even registering the grotesquerie taking place. She stood along with the rest of the audience mechanically when they all rose to applaud, holding onto Emmanuel's hand as an attempt of a peace offering. Neither he nor Ten's friend seemed as happy as everyone else, and she had to remind herself not to do anything about it.

After a while, when she thought it was safe to, she asked Emmanuel, [color=#fadadd]"will Ten be okay?"[/color]