Emmett
Phoebe was, Emmett thought, alarmingly welcoming to a sudden new power. In the face of what he felt should be something outrageous, morally wrong, discomforting...she seemed indifferent, if not positive. Staring at her, his expression dropped into outright confusion. Not quite disgust, though that did brew inside his heart."No, I didn' sign up for the army. And I ain' gonna. Bee, we don' know what this woman wants or how she's gonna go about it. What if next week she wants t'kill Naturals? Or take over the farms? We don' know. It's not right, it's not fair, and I ain' gonna join her army. I stand for my principles. I think tha's the best example to the kids I can be." He moved away from her, not violently but clearly, stepping to the other side of the room.
"I...don' get how y'can' see that this is bad. Why're you so willing t'just bend down n take this?" His voice was not angry, more desperate, his hands open and frozen in front of him in a motion beginning her to explain.
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?
