[even though Emerald's been home, she's been surprisingly scarce these past few days. and she's not great at hiding it, so she knows that Neo has to have suspected something by now, but any time the opportunity might have arisen, Emerald had just been. shaken, quiet. worried, frightened, all but inconsolable. any time she'd had to leave the house, she hadn't taken her weapons with her, and she stopped talking so brightly about the other people from Remnant... or about anyone at all, really.]
[it was after another night of horrible nightmares, in the early hours with the sunlight just barely creeping over the horizon, that she finally moved from the couch she'd been sleeping on back into their shared bedroom. standing in the doorframe with her eyes on the cold mechanical glare of her screen, she punched out a message. the text-to-speech function activated, and a robotic voice read out:]
Nightmares. Hard to talk. Something bad happened a few days ago. Really, really bad. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2021-02-04 04:51 am (UTC)[it was after another night of horrible nightmares, in the early hours with the sunlight just barely creeping over the horizon, that she finally moved from the couch she'd been sleeping on back into their shared bedroom. standing in the doorframe with her eyes on the cold mechanical glare of her screen, she punched out a message. the text-to-speech function activated, and a robotic voice read out:]
Nightmares. Hard to talk. Something bad happened a few days ago. Really, really bad. I'm sorry.