Notes

Emma took a moment of pause to have breath. She needed a breath more than anything else she could need in this time, currently. If it were villains ignoring her presence and not provoking havoc, as it were, nothing about the representation as a savior could mean much but less than what it meant when including those villains. The fact of her protecting the town was enough to contain the heroic breeze through her life, and to be a greater than regular person. To adjust words into placement that Emma could have been a larger than life figure, too much in those choice words went close to saying an idea toward her meaning much more of importance than anyone else. That is when it was she crossed the docks, hand over the one critical body part, known as her forehead. She strived with subtle contemplation in the midst of, the death of, the direction on what she came to face from this fresh war against not just Gideon though, also the Black Fairy.
Amusing. Amusing, because if she had given herself the lightest cause to stray from her guarded sanity enough, of course there was suffering into fear rather. Fear, over amusement? It seemed the unhonest way to take. Guess that route: overwhelmed, would just be delayed.
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