And Emma was right, it wasn't an easy thing to ask. But still, Loretta knew that, were things to come down to it, she'd be more than willing to shoot Emma out of mercy, just as she imagined Emma would do for her. The only thing that Loretta couldn't promise was that they'd be in a cell instead of crucified on a hilltop. She opens one eye and looks at Emma's worried face.<br/><br/>It only took her a couple of seconds to answer, but those seconds felt like hours. It was almost like time itself ceased to exist, and she had forever to figure out what she was going to say, but she wouldn't have needed it. "<span style="color: purple">I promise. Ain't no way, no how, that I'm letting those fuckers take what's important to me.</span>" She took one arm out from under her head and wrapped it around Emma's shoulder as the taller one curled up and rested nearly on top of her. She leaned over just a bit, seeming hesitant, but then planted a soft kiss on the top of Emma's head, like she was kissing a child goodnight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>