I hate what I know is coming next. I can't stop it, even if I really wanted to. I know it's probably for the best. I know that Emmy will be safer this way, but I hate it none the less.
"Charlie. Why are you crying? Don't cry Charlie. Please don't cry. I love you too, Char. I do." Emberlyn gazes at me, sadness masking her usually bright and happy eyes. I can smell the lily scent of the memory reset that will make her forget all this.
"I'm crying because I'm stupid, Em. I'm so fucking stupid and I hope you forgive me if you ever remember this." She crumples in my arms, and a surge of rage and sadness takes over. One of my last days with her and I'm laying to her all over again. I sit down on the floor with her, gently placing her head in my lap. Tears blur my vision and I hit the concrete in anger. I feel the sting of my hand hitting concrete and see lights. Flashlights. Shouting.
"Charlie. Are you okay? What happened? Why is a civilian here?" I glare at Benedict, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. I can sulk over this loss later. Right now there's things to do. Work to get done. "Why is your hand bleeding? Who is she? Have you been crying?"
"I'm fine. Get her out of here and somewhere safe. We have work to do. A revolution doesn't plan itself."
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