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[hr][b][sup][color=#fadadd]｢ Geneva, Switzerland | January, 23 | Midnight ｣[/color][/sup][/b]

Laidback job, Emm had said, and Seven looked down at her brother's body in her arms in confusion. Would all this have been avoided had Ten's friend not caused such a fuss about them? Was it something as simple as that? Seven glossed over what Emm mentioned about heading to the battlefield, having no strength left in her to protest as she normally would. Battlefields didn't suit her, but perhaps she'll feel differently about them today. Getting rid of those involved in her brother's death had been only mildly satisfying, and seemed to had the adverse effect of whetting her appetite.

Seven wondered if it would take more people to slake this hunger or the right one. The mere mention of his name had filled her with fury unlike she'd ever felt. She wanted to ask Emm so many things. Why must they follow the man who would kill her siblings for such minor infractions? Weren't they supposed to be special? Weren't they key to changing the world? Were they really so disposable? 

But Emm's own anger pricked at her senses then, and almost instinctively, Seven was compelled to appease him. [color=#fadadd]"That's not true. I care about you,"[/color] she told him, almost defensively. [color=#fadadd]"I want to do whatever makes you happy."[/color]

They waited for their ride in silence, with Emm smoking and Seven somberly cradling Ten's body. She would hold onto him for as long as she could, and despite everything, she held out hope that she could bury him, with all her siblings with her. How far she can take him, she'd just have to see. The black car that arrived shortly after was not as extravagant as the one prior, and the meek man that came out to greet them looked instantly repulsed at the sight of her. Soaked head-to-toe in blood and carrying a corpse, she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. Still he ushered her in, and managed to keep from wretching all throughout.

Seven got in the car and sat opposite Emmanuel, carefully adjusting Ten on her lap so that he wouldn't be touching Emm at all. She had to be careful as always to not anger him any further, needed to dance around his ire and placate him with obedience. It was the only way to earn his love, and such a hard task that was.

After he'd mentioned the possibility of seeing—and getting to speak with!—more of her siblings, Seven regained some of the cheer she had lost. See, this was why [i]she[/i] loved him. Her Emm knew exactly what she wanted.