i can't stop judging everything

Amalia brought her own thoughts to his words on Outlanders and Naturals, and for the hundredth time Emmett was cast into doubt. Was he too strict, too quick to draw lines? "...I guess not. I dunno. I guess we need to hit a happy medium. Bein' nice t'em and treatin' them right, but...when it comes t'Natural stuff, our traditions n laws n stuff in Caido..shouldn' that be our call?" He looked down at his hand in Amalia's - his dirty, square knuckles and her small bakers hands. Together, could they fix this? Not alone, but...their chances still seemed so small, somehow. But he couldn't spit in the face of her optimism, not when he so desperately wanted to believe it himself. "...I hope y'right. I mean, I..." Ain' got any more parents to lose was held back, Emmett thinking at the last moment the joke was probably too dark. "I think I'm gettin' a hang on stuff." 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