[[3rd person log -personal not really plot related so it didn't go in the log-comm]]

[dreamwriter_emmy]

Summary: Emmy talks to herself in the upper room while Dr. James works downstairs on one of his contraptions. There's a lot of things the refugees don't know about her, and she contemplates whether it would be a good thing to reveal them or not. set before the Xigbar Treasure hunt log.


Her hands were already dirty, but that didn't matter. Her laptop was on the floor by her side. She'd been breaking from the planter she'd been working on and saw Xigbar's post, replying something akin to Song's own reply, only stipulating that she still didn't necessarily trust the Organization, making the amusing turnabout of using her 'evil is impotent' icon.

She sighed, digging her fingers back into the dirt before poking holes to bury seeds to the small planter.

"It's funny. I think they all still think I'm a singlet. We never let on much. Though I do wonder how they rationalize the constant flips in attitude."

"It's safer this way."

"But they should know."

"And we'll be called crazy. Plus it's not relevant to anything."

"I hate lying."

"It's not lying. It's just a refusal to disclose information. No one would believe you if you said you had a series of fictional characters living in your head."

"I want to tell someone."

"We will, when we're all ready to do so."

"I hope so."

She layered the seeds with some of the surrounding dirt and set it on the table by the window sill then went to go wash her hands downstairs.

When she went back up she sighed, "I still don't like lying to them. If only soulbonding and natural multiplicity didn't have such horrid 'faker fangirl' connotations, things would be different."

"But they aren't different, so we make do with what we have."

"I wish we didn't have to do that."