After seeing Maea to the infirmary, Emmett was exhausted. The enormity of the barrier falling didn't really reach him, the tiredness and wearing off of alcohol on his body far more stressing in the moment as he wandered back through the streets. The barrier was gone, but his family was still dead. His farm and siblings still needed him. His (ex-)girlfriend still didn't get it. Truthfully, it felt like it hardly came into his life.
He walked by the temple and suddenly stopped, looked at the door. Slowly as he considered the ancient wood, a thought began to come to him. Before, his parents had always told him Vi had not responded directly to their prayers because of the barrier. That the silence he had grown so used to from their prayers was the fault of the Spire. But now...
Emmett ran as quickly as he could to the market, to his stall. It was such an impulsive movement but felt right, somehow. He had never been devout but now in his most desperate moments, it felt as if he may have had a secret saviour.
In a basket underneath his stall were the vegetables that kept easier, potatoes and a few hardy root vegetables. Good for soup. Gathering a bundle in his arms he went back, knelt before the shrine and practically dropped everything he had at his knees, then clasped his hands together.
"Vi? Are y'there, Vi? I...I dunno if you know who I am, but my family always prayed to ya and I really, really need some help. I...I dunno if it was you who did the harvests good every year but if it was that was real nice, and if you liked us...maybe you could help..I dunno, somehow. Please. Please." Emmett bowed his head, tears readily falling.
Emmett
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
