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Instead, Emma looks around; for whatever technical reason, there is a thick, oval-shaped window that is showing her the ocean. Emma walks up to it, mesmerized by her reflection, perfectly aware that there’s no way that Angel looking identical to her while having different parents could be just a coincidence. But Emma doesn’t want to think about it, at least not right now. She overthinks, and overthinking can ruin your life.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">(You know, I still get kinda shy when I see a mirror. I’m always worried that I may look bad, so I look away. It’s so silly, isn’t it? Because looking away isn’t going to change who I am.)</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">(I like looking at mirrors because of you.)</span>
Emma sighs as she covers her face, not needing her reflection to tell her that her cheeks are glowing red like an open cut. The engine room purrs like a happy cat. Things are nice.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">(You say all those things, and I, I don’t know what to say.)</span>
Outside, it’s still raining. Emma peeks from between her fingers
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Someday, you’ll make me say something stupid.)</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Like ‘pizza grows from trees’? Cause I used to believe that until last year. Camila told me I had to be absolutely fucking retarded to believe that. I think she still thinks I was joking, but to be honest? I wasn’t. Pizza has to come from somewhere. And some of my homies even agreed.)</span>
Camila. Shaking her hair, Emma pushes the thought aside. At least she’s still alive. At least she survived being a Magical Girl long enough to be mad at Emma.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">(The little kids at the orphanage, right?)</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Yeah. Some are pretty sharp. There.)</span>
Emma blinks, then looks around. Nothing had changed inside the room.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Great. Now we just need to get out of the ship, fast, before they figure it out.)</span>
Emma isn’t blinking anymore. ‘Out of the ship’; the words bounce inside her skull. Genuine worry keeps her eyes peeled as she considers the possibilities- but Angel just grabs her hand and drags her towards the green door.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Trust me: you’ll be shitting bricks.)</span>
