Hard to notice anything else when you're too busy mourning two of your closest friends. [And when you and your boyfriend break up. And when your best friend starts dating him.

Now there's two people she'd like to yell at right now.

And you know what, why don't you let Emily know when you accidentally help get your friends killed? She almost blurts that, but the shame attached to that far outweighs her anger, even with a god's influence.

For a few seconds, Emily just glares, wanting so badly to say something back, anything to let this all this rage out -- but the memory of the last time she saw Hannah and Beth has sliced through her too precisely. On a better day, she would feel sorry for the awful things this little girl has seen. But today, Emily isn't thinking clearly.]

I don't care about your goddamn ranking. [she spits, decidedly more quietly than she'd been speaking only moments ago.] Go stab those assholes, then.