EMMA
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"What will become of us now, Dace?" I asked, each word feeling like the earth's gravity was pressing down on me. Speaking created a tightening sensation in my chest, and my head throbbed with pain. The voices in the dagger plagued me, reminding me of what could have been, what I could have had. The baby's cries echoed endlessly. This blade, connected to the dead, had become a way for me to seek closure for something I could never truly have.
I knew I should give Hayden back the dagger, it's messing with my head each passing day but I found it hard to let go. I needed closure.
I brought my eyes back to Dace, he stood motionless, his blank golden hazel eyes just stared back at me and I couldn't feel anything from them, not even a spark. I locked my emotions from him so I could keep the disgust to myself of feeling pain for that monster. I don't want him to feel that, to have him know I feel regret for killing Luther.