i can't stop judging everything

"No, I...didn'...but I'm mighty glad." Emmett nodded, smiling a little at the knowledge that he wasn't alone in being...well, as Amalia put it, sane. The word made him think of Phoebe, how bizarre it still was to him that she could support any of this; how that conversation had made him see divides that he had been blind to before. He sighed, wishing he had handled it better, but not regretting his decision. Amalia sat down and he took the tea, waiting for her to say anything. When she rested her head down and laughed, he did too. "Yeah, y'ain' wrong. And I got the feelin' it's just one of a lotta shitshows we're gonna be seeing around here now." And if he kept being how he was, he knew he wasn't going to live to see all of them. But if it meant he could stop it ...would he die? He didn't know, and he tried not think of it. "So...have y'guys got a plan? Down here?" 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