Emery had her eyes focused on Eden's mangled face as Rye expressed his fondness of his fallen ally. During the days of training, Eden hadn't made much of an impression on her or anyone due to his shyness; but he struck her as insecure yet sincere. She was deeply troubled by his suffering; not only because she pitied him, but because she of how such a decent person could be afflicted so.<span style="font-style: italic">It's not fair</span>, she thought, clenching her fists.<span style="font-style: italic">It's just so wrong.</span>What troubled her the worst is that she could do nothing; a fact she knew.<br/><br/>When Rye mentioned slitting his throat, Emery closed her eyes and sighed. Putting him out of his misery had crossed her mind before, but she couldn't bring herself to seriously consider it then. Now that Rye had the same idea, she reexamined the option. Opening her eyes, she looked over at Rye's pained face. If they would decide for it, she wasn't sure if she carry it out; however, she didn't want Rye to do it since he was much closer to Eden than she was. Her gaze moved back to Eden's face.<span style="font-style: italic">He has close to zero chance of survival</span>, she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">And he must be in a lot of pain.</span><br/><br/>"Dammit," she muttered, putting her hands over her eyes. "I don't know." A guttural groan sounded and Emery put her hands down to see Eden's eyes twitching. When they finally opened, she saw that his white scleras were scribbled with red veins. He moved his dark irises over to Rye's face and his trembling lips stretched a little. Eden opened his mouth and, after nearly a whole minute, uttered, "Hi... Rye..." Emery glanced at Rye, comforted to finally know his name. Eden turned his shaking hand palm up and indicated to Rye, showing the pieces of glass embedded into it. "I... took the... medicine," he murmured, breathing between his words. Emery frowned and turned to Rye, asking, "What does he mean?"