Emmett stared straight ahead as Zariah spoke, barely even reacting to the apology. What good was it, if it had only been forced out of him? They both knew outside of this courtyard, when N.P. didn't act like a disciplined lapdog, he wouldn't apologise.
Zariah was horribly condescending. Positioning herself as right simply because she was not emotional, acting as if he had not said anything of merit. Emmett stood for a while, axe in hands, seemingly stuck between two paths; then he picked the third and took a step back. "I'm gonna leave, but not cos I think you're better than me or y'won this. I'm gonna be back with more people, and I ain' signin' up for no weird army."
With a rude gesture towards Zariah, he turned on his heels and began to walk away.
Zariah was horribly condescending. Positioning herself as right simply because she was not emotional, acting as if he had not said anything of merit. Emmett stood for a while, axe in hands, seemingly stuck between two paths; then he picked the third and took a step back. "I'm gonna leave, but not cos I think you're better than me or y'won this. I'm gonna be back with more people, and I ain' signin' up for no weird army."
With a rude gesture towards Zariah, he turned on his heels and began to walk away.
Emmett
The sun went down beyond yon hill, across the dreary moor
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
