❝ but that’s CRAZY ! ❞ the blonde doesn’t mean for her words to come out sounding so harsh —— there’s an instant wave of guilt that hits her upon seeing the look that slips onto linda’s features in response , but still , emma thinks this is not the time , nor the situation , where she should keep her opinions quiet —— unspoken . ❝ you … you’re talking about murder here ! that’s … that’s crazy . ❞
but is it , really ? that’s the one question emma’s able to ask herself when she forgets about the fact that she’s currently slipping into a full panicking mode . would she let a monster taste the feeling of freedom ever again , without facing a proper punishment , after everything it had taken away ? of course , not . slipping into these kind of waters is way too easy —— way too dangerous . but way too hard to forget . ❝ how many of the other people have already agreed to this ? ❞
❝ emma, that’s not the point. ❞ how many of the others had agreed didn’t matter. not right now, and not to linda. not when she needed emma to understand, to see past what was right and wrong and help put an end to their suffering. but yelling was not the answer, nor was standing up and leaving in the middle of their argument. a second, deep breath was taken in attempt to soothe her thoughts and stop the wild pounding of her heart, linda’s blue eyes no longer shedding tears but looking straight up at emma instead. tenderly, as though love and gentleness would help soften the younger woman’s features —- at least she hoped it would.
❝ honey, come here. ❞ unable to wait, the actress stood up to her feet and approached the opposite side of the room, offering one of her porcelain hands for emma to take it. like she had done no less than a thousand times before — a sign of love and affection, of mutual understanding. ❝ we need this, i need this. and he deserves to pay for what he did, you know that. we’re not bad people. ❞