[ emma is too uneasy, too startled to use his given name right now; she doesn't know how to process what's before her, but it's hard to deny that he's there, right in front of her very eyes.
she can hear the change in his voice, and through all of the shock and confusion, she realizes that...perhaps this is just as startling for him. if he's not some trick her mind is playing, if this isn't a dream, then he must be as lost as she is — maybe even more so. he's the one who's changed, after all.
it bothers her that apparently no one else in the town can see him; she wonders if that adds credence to her concerns of madness, because if she's the only one who knows he's there, could it just be her? ]
But you're sure somethin'.
[ steeling herself, she steps closer to him as he kneels before his own cross, his name carved clear as day to show the world who's been laid to rest on that hill. (and at least it's a real grave, a properly marked place, because despite everything joshua faraday had been in life, the people of rose creek would never have left him to rot, and emma certainly wouldn't have let him go unremembered.) ]
...if no one else can see you, how am I to know this is real? That you're actually here?
[ her voice isn't accusatory, more...cautious, and a little frightened. this is so far beyond the realm of her understanding, and she doesn't have even the slightest idea where to start trying to grasp what's going on.
part of her wants to reach out and touch him, like that might help explain something, but given what happened with the cross, she's afraid of going right through him. she holds back instead, but she takes a few more steps forward, until she stands directly beside him, looking down at the marker. ]
I'm not askin' because I don't want to believe it. I just—
[ she pauses before continuing. ]
It's just I had thought that I— that I'd accepted I wouldn't be seeing you again.
[ she'd seen him in her nightmares, even in some of the more pleasant dreams, but this...this is worlds away from that. ]
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she can hear the change in his voice, and through all of the shock and confusion, she realizes that...perhaps this is just as startling for him. if he's not some trick her mind is playing, if this isn't a dream, then he must be as lost as she is — maybe even more so. he's the one who's changed, after all.
it bothers her that apparently no one else in the town can see him; she wonders if that adds credence to her concerns of madness, because if she's the only one who knows he's there, could it just be her? ]
But you're sure somethin'.
[ steeling herself, she steps closer to him as he kneels before his own cross, his name carved clear as day to show the world who's been laid to rest on that hill. (and at least it's a real grave, a properly marked place, because despite everything joshua faraday had been in life, the people of rose creek would never have left him to rot, and emma certainly wouldn't have let him go unremembered.) ]
...if no one else can see you, how am I to know this is real? That you're actually here?
[ her voice isn't accusatory, more...cautious, and a little frightened. this is so far beyond the realm of her understanding, and she doesn't have even the slightest idea where to start trying to grasp what's going on.
part of her wants to reach out and touch him, like that might help explain something, but given what happened with the cross, she's afraid of going right through him. she holds back instead, but she takes a few more steps forward, until she stands directly beside him, looking down at the marker. ]
I'm not askin' because I don't want to believe it. I just—
[ she pauses before continuing. ]
It's just I had thought that I— that I'd accepted I wouldn't be seeing you again.
[ she'd seen him in her nightmares, even in some of the more pleasant dreams, but this...this is worlds away from that. ]