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[hr][b][sup][color=#fadadd]｢ Geneva, Switzerland | January, 23 | Midnight ｣[/color][/sup][/b]
The familiar warmth of Emm's presence brought a much-needed solace to Seven's despairing, at least for a second. Upon finally setting her eyes on him—something that, before today, was a cure-all for her—the momentary respite would be replaced with a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach. That mask, that smile; it was all she could see when she closed her eyes and the grisly fate that befell her brother played over and over in her head. Why was he wearing it? Did he know what happened to her brother? Did he let this happen?

There were so many things she wanted to do and all at once: tear that mask off Emm so she could look at his face, yell, hug Emm and make him tell her everything will be okay, cry, find out how to make Ten better, kill everyone responsible for this, eat, talk to Ten, kill them all, find her brothers and sister. But in the end, she had been drained of all energy to do anything more than wallow and continue cradling Ten's lifeless, headless body. Even Emm's unusually gentle gesture, one she would have leapt over the moon to receive, didn't get the proper consideration. 

His words did, though. Said with his face under the mask that haunted her, Emm's threats hit harder than usual. Her light abruptly dimmed and wavered, not completely turned off but no longer out of her control. 

Seven hugged Ten closer to her when the top-hatted man appeared. He was mocking, infuriating, cruel. The man gave Ten no more than a passing glance, with the same nonchalance in his recounting of Ten's friend's death, and he left as quickly as he'd arrived, his hysterical laughter echoing harshly in her ears.

The sudden loss of Emm's touch affected her more than she realized, but he had given her another gift in its stead.

With a nod, Seven accepted what Emm offered. After setting Ten gently against a wall, she tuned her light so that it would draw the crowd in, closer and closer until they all swarmed around her. The effects of her light differed from person to person, in intensity and sensation, but eventually everyone would be spurred into a euphoric state unlike anything they would have ever experienced. Better than any drug or vice they might have indulged in. Seven let the crowd get immersed in this bliss, waited until each and everyone of their eyes turn glassy and unfocused, until their smiles reach ear to ear.

Then she took it all away.

One by one, Seven stole unadulterated jubilation and replaced it with the all-encompassing dread and sorrow she felt now. She relished the manifest loss of hope in their eyes, and the slow understanding of their impending demise. Seven was never usually cruel like this. When she feasted, she did it with friends, did it so they would always be together. This time was different, however. These people were not friends, but enemies who have played a part in her brother's death.

She ripped their heads clean off their body, one person after another, and devoured them. Within minutes, a dozen or so headless bodies littered the front of the building, their fine clothing soaked through with the crimson of their blood.

When she finished the last of the crowd, Seven tried to wipe her face clean with her sleeves, but it was just as covered in blood and only smeared streaks across her cheeks. She knelt down to where she had left Ten and carried his body again, whispering an apology to him even though there was nothing to whisper to.

[color=#fadadd]"Can we go home now?"[/color] she asked Emm, more to have something to say rather than actually meaning it. All she wanted was to get away from this terrible place. Take Ten home and maybe bury him somewhere. What should she tell her brothers and sisters?

Emm probably just has another order for her, though.