i can't stop judging everything

Emmett was surprised to find himself grabbed by Amalia. He'd have thought in the aftermath of the audience, the way he had boldly defied the Queen, everyone would have been avoiding him; not wanting to be guilty by association. But she was and he followed, hoping she was not intending to take him to a traitor's death. Somehow though, he knew she wasn't. There was a determination in the eyes of the pious woman that made him confident she was about to help him. They entered her bakery then a trapdoor was opened. Emmett felt then as if he was being let into some great secret, though what it was he couldn't guess. Was Amalia just showing him her bread stocks? He climbed down slowly, looking about the room as it was lit. The long table and chairs indicated a meeting had taken place here, but now it was empty. Amalia's words didn't sink in at first. He nodded mutely to the question of tea then sat, stared about the walls. "...The...resistance? T'...T'Zariah? I didn' think anythin' like this would get made so fast." Emmett You think that luck has left you there But maybe there's nothing Up in the sky but air And there's no mystical design