Sleep, and I Shall Soothe You

Emmett

What Phoebe said wasn't necessarily wrong - the Hollowed Grounds would have to adapt in the upcoming years, already had had to to accomodate everything new that had happened; his life now resembled nothing of the life he'd had only a year before. But it took a lot of restraint for Emmett not to immediately comment that didn't mean the change had to look like this. He knew that interrupting her would scupper the idea of talking it out, though, so he just nodded.

Though the question made him really raise his eyebrows, surprised that was her interpretation of what he had said. "I...no, Bee, that ain' it at all. I wouldn' care if I'd never heard of her, if we'd all gotten some choice in the matter. I don' care who y'are and what you do, if you're just gonna say 'I'm in charge now' of a buncha people without even askin' first...I don't like it. What gives her the right?" He shook his head and laced his fingers together.

"This ain' about knowin' or not knowin'. It ain' about Naturals, or Outlanders, or none a that, not really. It's about her taking this position then immediately puttin' out a whole loada laws, like she has any right to tell us what t'do. Why do I gotta ask permission to get a buncha people together? Like a goddamn kid having a party? I saw a guy get arrested for a dumb prank at the sign up sheet. It's a lot real fast." Sitting back, he crossed his arms. "I just think this kinda thing gets dangerous real fast, and I don' wanna be a part of it."

All you broken boys and girls,
With your tattered flags unfurled:

Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king.
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?