Emmett
Emmett was surprised (but not a little impressed) when Phoebe bounced back his dirty joke. He grinned and looked about, splayed out his hands in an amicable gesture. "Hey, if you wanna, sure.""Yeah...I dunno, I guess I still wanna try do stuff by myself...also, to be honest, I get so tired n focused on one goal I kinda forget loadsa stuff." He shrugged and looked down. "Sometimes it feels like I'm just puppetin' my body t'do my chores n stuff, y'know?"
At the mention of The New Queen, Emmett tensed. For the moment, in a very controlled motion, he just leaned back against the counter and tried to take a breath before he replied. Phoebe didn't get it, she didn't mean to be so...so...just...wrong. "Well, don' you think declarin' herself queen without askin' a single soul in the town is doin' somethin'? Specially when she hardly knows any of us? And making everyone sign up t'join an army...what for? We ain' got anyone to fight. Y'know it means I gotta join it, right? I can' be goin' off and trainin' and fightin'. I got a farm to run and kids t'look after." He screwed up his face into an irritated scowl.
All you broken boys and girls,
With your tattered flags unfurled:
With your tattered flags unfurled:
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king.
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
