[emerald listens and just... lets herself be comforted. by the touch, by the words of this person she doesn't know. there's a nagging feeling that this should be strange, that all of this shouldn't be the way she would normally do it, but she shuts it up more easily than even she could have predicted. she sighs and presses back a little bit into the touch.]

I would... if I did kill someone, I would feel miserable about it. I need these stupid eyes to know that. [she's trying to bring herself back to reality. it's definitely all starting to hurt less.] I feel like I know that that's how the world works... that sometimes people have to kill people to get by. But I don't think I'm the kind of person who would do that. I feel like I'm the kind of person who just wants to live, and kind of... just do things that make me happy.