Boundaries

Emmett nodded along with Remi, eager to encourage any dissent he could against their new imposed ruler. "And the gatherin' thing only makes sense if it's t'her advantage. To stop people risin' up against her. Can' organise a good movement with only a couple folk, right? Why else would she do it? There's nothin' wrong with havin' a party or whatever." He huffed and crossed his arms, obviously having practiced this little speech until he had a chance to get it out.

He paused as Remi asked, sighed. Did he want to talk about it? He knew Remi was friends with Phoebe, and he did not want to hurt their relationship. But he was hurt, and angry, and Remi had asked..Emmett tried to put it in the most diplomatic way he could. "We...had an argument, about alla this. She's fine with the new Queen n I'm not, basically. And I think tha's a pretty big deal, and I guess when we were talkin' to eachother and she kept sayin' what I meant wrong so it sounded dumb, I jus'...realised that we spend a lotta time fightin' or misunderstandin' each other. Like after Longnight...I still don' really get that either. I dunno." Emmett shrugged. "...I guess we broke up. I mean, yeah, we did. I left. I told her she could find me if she needed t'though....'cos I do care. I just...I can' be with someone so different. This kinda stuff matters."

Emmett hadn't expected to say so much. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked off. "Er...sorry. I didn' mean to go off like that. How're you doin' with your...uh...I know you got a...boy...friend...?" He asked, clearly reciting half-heard gossip.

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