Love makes one do all sorts of great and terrible things, but reason is hardly among them. Emilia knows their friend is lost to them the moment he utters the name Ben like he is anguish made flesh.
With the curse he carries, she suspects that may be true.
She also knows there will be no arguing with Five because she knows herself, what she might feel if it was her own sister on the dais. A sister she's mourned and condemned at turns, but loves fiercely all the same.
Ultimately, Five is too quick for her. One moment he's at her side, and the next he isn't. The shifter who wears Ben's face looks relieved for it, but also looks fearfully over Five's shoulder toward Wrath and Emilia.
They're the enemy, now. Dangerous. Not family like him.
Won't Five see?
"Don't let them hurt me," is a plea that seeks promise, seeks certainty. It comes right as Emilia sends a flame toward the shifter's hand as it tries to touch Five.
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With the curse he carries, she suspects that may be true.
She also knows there will be no arguing with Five because she knows herself, what she might feel if it was her own sister on the dais. A sister she's mourned and condemned at turns, but loves fiercely all the same.
Ultimately, Five is too quick for her. One moment he's at her side, and the next he isn't. The shifter who wears Ben's face looks relieved for it, but also looks fearfully over Five's shoulder toward Wrath and Emilia.
They're the enemy, now. Dangerous. Not family like him.
Won't Five see?
"Don't let them hurt me," is a plea that seeks promise, seeks certainty. It comes right as Emilia sends a flame toward the shifter's hand as it tries to touch Five.