Emma caught the compass, turning it over in her hands. It was old and strange and very mysterious. [b]"Through insomnia's labyrinth, the fog and stones shine with the black second sight."[/b] The words echoed in her head as she stared at Spook in disbelief. Spook's last words? The robot demanded that they, and only they, move towards the wall. It pointedly demanded that they leave Spook. She was angry, angry at the metal machine for demanding they leave Spook. She wanted to rip the somehow smug radio from it's chassis. She was angry at the talking heads behind the radio. She was angry at Spook for even considering sitting here and dying. But, of course, she was really angry at herself. Angry at how helpless she was, angry that all she could do was leave him here, angry at herself and the others because she knew that they all had questioned him after what had happened in the forest but now he was going to die for them. It felt so unfair. The Traveler would perish for a bunch of pampered city folk that had no business being outside the walls of Enn?

But there was nothing she could do. She was weak. The robot was leaving, there would be no argument, he couldn't come with them. All she could do was say, [b][color=517bae]"You better not die here,"[/color][/b] A sharp intake of breath came as she tried to choke words out, [b][color=517bae]"It'd make me really mad... I don't know if I could forgive you."[/color][/b] She didn't know if she could forgive herself. The words came out shaky. Tears were welling in her eyes. She didn't want any of this. She shoved the compass in her pocket, turning away towards the walled city.

She walked after the robot, towards those looming walls. She couldn't look back, because if she did she would really break down. She knew she was abandoning Spook. She knew he would die out here. She was so weak.