[emerald doesn't move; maybe she's too scared to do it, or maybe meeting somebody else in the same position as her is having the opposite effect. maybe it's making it easier to handle. misery loves company, right?]

I don't know what that means either. [she shakes her head, and there's just a hint of regret to it. as she works herself up to tell this person what the eyes are telling her, she can feel tension rise in her chest and an ache growing inside her skull.] They keep telling me "it's your fault she's dead", but... but I've never killed anyone. I don't know what they're talking about. I just want it to stop.