Emalia's bed was comfortable as she lay there, hands behind her head, staring at the door smugly. Nephesh had just walked out of it, looking as though it was permanent this time. 'I don't care,' she reminded herself. And partially, that was true. She had just found out that Nephesh was sent by Grobnak and it crisped her soul to a new shade of black. She had tired of not knowing what everyone else knew, and with her exhaustion from continually using her powers (with and without trying), as well as the effects of a child inside consistantly draining her - her nerves were on edge, and she was more a hellcat than a kitten.
'I don't care,' she reminded herself a second time. And again, it was partially true. She was heading north to bring down the RoK. If she was killing everyone anyway, what did she need from them? Friendship was out of the question, since they all wanted something from her anyway. Love seemed only true on Colin's part. Companionship? No, what difference would that make? 'None,' she thought. And again... it was partially true.
'I'll find my way up there, just me and Colin. We have the map, so we don't need anyone else. I don't need anyone else.' Emalia pushed her head back a bit more into the pillows, causing them to fluff around her arms. "You'll all get what you want!" she yelled at the top of her voice, before breaking out into a laugh. "And I hope it hurts! I hope it hurts when it gets you!" Her laughter rung out anew, a deep laughter laced with high pitched hitches befitting of someone completely insane. And again, that was partially true.
