In Which Emmy is Distraught
She had no idea how much time had passed since she first arrived back in the City, pain still throbbing in her chest. She had no idea who all was still left, if the threat had passed, or even if her death had gone noticed. All Emmy knew was that she still hurt, and tears hadn't stopped rolling down her cheeks since she left Shinju...gods knew how long ago.
Now she lay in the middle of the plaza dressed in her usual white dress, her white slippers having fallen off, somewhat resembling a fallen angel of sorts. Tears continued to stain her pale cheeks, and some bruising was visible from where she had been beaten and abused by Despair. Unmoving, she seemed to be almost dead already, though the steady rise and fall of her chest would describe otherwise.
Now she lay in the middle of the plaza dressed in her usual white dress, her white slippers having fallen off, somewhat resembling a fallen angel of sorts. Tears continued to stain her pale cheeks, and some bruising was visible from where she had been beaten and abused by Despair. Unmoving, she seemed to be almost dead already, though the steady rise and fall of her chest would describe otherwise.