Emmett
Emmett was silent as she spoke, but it was clear he wasn't happy. It felt like she was deliberately boiling his argument down to nothing, making it sound as stupid as she could, so she could sound superior and condescending to make herself look right. "I feel like y'aren' even tryin' to understand, Bee." His voice was steady, quiet. He shook his head and stood up."I don' think we're gonna get to a middle ground here. Clearly you're okay with alla this, and I really ain'. There are ways t'do things, and this is not the right one. Y'can' just let whoever wants to walk all over you and tell you want t'do. I'm not doin' that. I'm sorry." He took a few steps back towards the kitchen, then sighed and looked back. "I love ya, but I think it really is best we jus'...it's makin' me not like you right now hearin' you say this stuff. ...Like I said, if you need anythin', you know where I am."
With that, he turned to leave.
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?
