[ there's near wistfulness in emma's eyes when she talks about matthew, warm memories stirring her in a way she hasn't felt in a while; it's different to think on the good times, rather than the same event replayed in her nightmares.
matthew's life was far more deserving than the death he suffered. the kind of man he was, he shouldn't have been near put down in the middle of the street.
she turns her gaze back up to faraday, the nostalgia flickering away from her expression in favor of a little twist in her lips, an edge of competition flaring to life. it's not something faraday is wont to see often, but oh, it's certainly there. ]
I was decent in my own right.
[ or rather: good. she had the kind of face that would lull others easily into thinking she'd go down easy, that she'd just swallow every trick, but emma was a queen of sluffing unwanted cards. ]
And I will have you know I was a far sight more composed than that.
[ she bridges the cards in her hands again, holding them apart so they didn't quite finish falling together, before she looks back up at faraday. ]
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matthew's life was far more deserving than the death he suffered. the kind of man he was, he shouldn't have been near put down in the middle of the street.
she turns her gaze back up to faraday, the nostalgia flickering away from her expression in favor of a little twist in her lips, an edge of competition flaring to life. it's not something faraday is wont to see often, but oh, it's certainly there. ]
I was decent in my own right.
[ or rather: good. she had the kind of face that would lull others easily into thinking she'd go down easy, that she'd just swallow every trick, but emma was a queen of sluffing unwanted cards. ]
And I will have you know I was a far sight more composed than that.
[ she bridges the cards in her hands again, holding them apart so they didn't quite finish falling together, before she looks back up at faraday. ]
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