[Honestly, yes, trying is important. Matt may have been unable to save her from falling into the mines, but he tried, and that's what counts. Kind of like how you tried to protect everyone from a threat that didn't exist, and helped almost get her shot. Hmm. Funny how much trying matters.
But that isn't something Emily immediately worries about as she reaches the door of the house, her heart pounding against her ribs from fear and exertion both. She turns the knob and is immediately relieved they're not as cautious here as they were the front door of the lodge. Once inside, she gets out of the way so that Chris can follow her, and she slams the door shut behind him.
She doesn't look at the house quite yet, too busy catching her breath and stilling her shaking hands. She fights back the memory of escaping the mines, of getting bitten, of falling down the mountainside and finally finding her way back to the lodge, to tempmorary safety.]
Shit. [The swear is heavy with hours of fucked up pranks and legitimate monsters, of seeing her dead friend's head so preserved in the mines, of feeling alone and betrayed.
Chris, you have got a lot of explaining to do. But first, some practical things to take care of. She straightens, walking away from the door, and turns to him.] Where the hell are we?
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But that isn't something Emily immediately worries about as she reaches the door of the house, her heart pounding against her ribs from fear and exertion both. She turns the knob and is immediately relieved they're not as cautious here as they were the front door of the lodge. Once inside, she gets out of the way so that Chris can follow her, and she slams the door shut behind him.
She doesn't look at the house quite yet, too busy catching her breath and stilling her shaking hands. She fights back the memory of escaping the mines, of getting bitten, of falling down the mountainside and finally finding her way back to the lodge, to tempmorary safety.]
Shit. [The swear is heavy with hours of fucked up pranks and legitimate monsters, of seeing her dead friend's head so preserved in the mines, of feeling alone and betrayed.
Chris, you have got a lot of explaining to do. But first, some practical things to take care of. She straightens, walking away from the door, and turns to him.] Where the hell are we?