Emmett raised his head with a gasp as he heard the voice. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but given this was only his second time actually seeing a God, it was still a surprise just how mighty she was. His eyes raced about Safrin, tears halting as his sheer amazement took over. But words about him being precious, the name sweetling...it was a gentleness that reminded him of his mother. The tears came back.
"I...I jus'...I don' know how to keep goin'. After...d'ya know what happened at Longnight? You do, right? I...I ain' strong enough to take alla this on. I'm really not, and I need some kinda help cos the kids, they deserve a good house and a good brother but I.." Emmett moved his hands wordlessly in front of him, trying to formulate an actual request out of the ache in his chest.
"I don' really know what I'm askin' for. But I can' do this anymore. Not just me."
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
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
