“You’re so resilient. After your mom died, you were totally in pieces, but you’re so together after a month. I couldn’t do that.”
Emma does seem like an actual human here.
I hope what’s left of this conversation can help establish her personality a bit more. While you guys were right to call me out on demanding “more personality” in 1.1, I do still feel like it hasn’t been properly established for any of the Harpies yet, and as the so far most important one, Emma’s first in line for it.
I could remember my admission, “I’m not resilient. I can hold it together during the day, but I’ve cried myself to sleep for a straight week.”
And there it is.
That had been enough to open the floodgates, right there. She gave me her shoulder to cry on, and our coffee was cold before I was done.
Taylor is good at maintaining a facade, but remove a chunk of an unstable facade and it might come crumbling down.
Now, as I gaped at Emma, wordless, her smile widened. She remembered what I had said, then. She knew the memories it would evoke. At some point, that recollection had crossed her mind, and she had decided to weaponize it. She’d been waiting to drop it on me.
And we’re out of the flashback.
Remember what I said about Emma coming down the middle with a particularly devastating line? That was it, even if only the two of them know how.