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emilythxrne:

Raven responded promptly, something which could have been read as loyalty if Emily didn’t know better. The woman avoided any specifics, never revealing much information about herself in the process, and though Emily didn’t believe she was a threat, at least, not yet; she was clearly keeping something quiet. In an ironic away, Raven reminded her of herself.

Nodding hesitantly, Emily continued to keep up appearances. Once again, Raven had failed to reveal anything. “Right.” Perhaps she’d have to try a different approach. “I.. I guess I just never realised I’d be getting my hands this dirty. I took this job to help people, you know?” Staring at the floor, expression relaying clear distress for a moment, Emily pretend to shake it off, giving the woman a small smile. “I’d better go get those coffees.”

Raven nodded in understanding. Perhaps she’d always known that to get the one thing she wanted most, someone somewhere would have to pay for it. She just didn’t realise she’d be seeing the results first hand. That she’d have to allow people to be tortured in front of her eyes. She may not be hurting them directly, but that was causing her hands to get dirty enough. “Me too,” she agreed, trying to avoid being too open.