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Every muscle in Emma’s body stays still, as any wrong move now could cost a lifetime of regret. But… wasn’t the mistake already made? What could be worse than /that/? Arms clumsily wrap around her shaking body, and it takes Emma a second glance to realize that those aren’t her own. Like a big coat, Angel’s body makes the shaking stop.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">I don’t know if this is what I’m supposed to do now.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Sorry.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, now ain’t it?</span>
Not for her; it never had been. Emma wonders how many pieces of herself she left behind by trying to fit a mold.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Though we /are/ sisters, so it’s pretty fucked up.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">What!-</span>
Not without regret, Emma forces herself away from Angel’s arms, her mind fired up like it hadn’t been in years. The eldest Imeredala is suddenly walking around in circles, lost in thought. Used to this show, Angel just lets Emma cook what's in her head- which is devoid of thoughts of the war, of the Tower, of the Order of the End. It feels fair; Emma had already been a pawn of others for many years.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">OK, so… it wouldn’t really be bad. It wouldn’t be incest because we aren’t direct relatives, so it’s ok.</span>
When she looks at Angel, Emma is startled to find her not-sister sad again, a rare sight repeating.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Does that mean that we aren’t sisters?</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">what no no NO, I mean YES, yes of course that we are sisters, we’ll be sisters forever, Angel!</span>
Angel lightens up- and, for whatever reason, that makes Emma cry so hard.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Emma? Are you ok?</span>
But it only gets worse. Amidst the sobbing, Emma can’t even breathe.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">-I’m- I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY, ANGEL! N-now- now you are going to think that I’m- that I’m like everyone else! That I’m being nice just to- f-f-fuck you!</span>
Angel laughs like a hyena on lava. It sounds horrible.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">What? No. Don’t be silly. No one puts up with my shit just to get in my panties. They all run away crying. And you didn’t.</span>
But Emma continues to shed white lines of her own, her tears lost in the rain.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Stand up, you idiot. There’s no way I’d think that.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">...please… please, don’t hate me, Angel.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">If I did, I’d be a fucking idiot, and no one should care about what idiots think. Look up.</span>
Emma does, reluctantly. She can’t look Angel straight in the eye, but she does at least face her sister- who giggles like a nuclear reactor that is melting.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">I don’t really get it, though. Why would you want to fuck me? Just jack off. Same story.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Oh my god, I don’t want to /fuck you/, Angel! It’s just… It’s just that…</span>
That the pressure is too much.
