[ emma just shrugs off his apology. she isn't looking for condolences, and his sympathy is clearly not the reason she's sharing this with him now. it's the fact that he deserves to know why she's so invested in this mission, why she'd let herself slip, and why this matters so damn much to her.
if her head is anywhere other than 100% focused on their objective, she owes it to him to tell him why.
talking about matthew just happens to be a part of that.
the next question...she's grateful he asks, but at the same time, she doesn't want to say it out loud. this is better than spilling her guts for him to scrutinize in one fell swoop, but it still brings along pangs in her chest, an old, sore wound being reopened.
her knuckles go momentarily white on a cord she's been coiling, before she forces herself to relax. ]
Yes.
[ short. to the point. not offering the specifics because as she stands there across the room, part of her is remembering exactly how matthew looked right before bogue fired that gun. ]
no subject
if her head is anywhere other than 100% focused on their objective, she owes it to him to tell him why.
talking about matthew just happens to be a part of that.
the next question...she's grateful he asks, but at the same time, she doesn't want to say it out loud. this is better than spilling her guts for him to scrutinize in one fell swoop, but it still brings along pangs in her chest, an old, sore wound being reopened.
her knuckles go momentarily white on a cord she's been coiling, before she forces herself to relax. ]
Yes.
[ short. to the point. not offering the specifics because as she stands there across the room, part of her is remembering exactly how matthew looked right before bogue fired that gun. ]
Didn't have the time to stop him, either.