Emmas heart breaks for the 'painted' woman.  She'd had no idea of course, and because of such felt extra raw about the 'drugs' comment from before. These newly resurfaced feelings of empathy and remorse were ....tiring.<br/>But..The Turncoat didn't judge Jynx..and she sure as shit wouldn't judge Fanya.<br/><br/>Emma crosses her arms and leans next to Becca , her brow is furrowed for the entire story. She can't imagine what it would be like to be put in such a situation. The   Wastelands were cruel. Self preservation never reached such dire levels for Emma..but they could have. She'd been forced into 'no win' situations, and regretted some of her choices, atonement was a strange thing, and at least Fanya was seeking it.   The convict had done plenty in her time she wasn't proud of, from selling sexual favors to one group of inmates to protect her from another, to framing others for shit she'd done to keep her self safe. Just because they were bad people didn't mean they deserved the fate Emma set up for them...it was alot like Fanyas situation..but with less eating of people.<br/><br/>She was appalled by Fanyas situation, but instantly feels a deep sense of understanding.  She wants to apologize profusly to the other woman, all hostility instantly locked away. If this truly was Fanyas story, then she'd had just as bad a run as Jynx, Loretta, or even herself.  She was 'one of them' in Emmas eyes, which immediately put Emma into 'guardmode' status.<br/><br/>When Loretta starts to throw harsh words at Fanya, Emma's mind snaps. The words suddenly would be eaisier to take if they were directed at her.<span style="color: blue">"Like she had a fucking choice!" </span>She barks, glaring at Loretta.<span style="color: blue">"People make mistakes. She's trying to do better for her self, and you're having a hard time with it?! It doesn't bring those people back to register your disgust." </span>Its the first time the convict set her ire on Loretta since they had initially met, but shes damn angry now.<span style="color: blue"> "Like no one heres made a fucking mistake?!"</span>Emma glares at both Darion and Loretta.<span style="color: blue"> "Sure the severity is different, but who the<i> -FUCK-</i> are we to judge? We weren't there. Until you've sat there and had that fucking choice, I don't think you get to cast judgement.."<br/>
</span><br/>Emmas eyes burn with a furious anger. She never thought she'd see the day she defended Fanya from -anyone- let alone Loretta. As it stood, the convict didn't know who she wanted to deck more at the moment...Darion, or Loretta....<br/><br/>No. Darrion.  No question.<br/><br/>She'd have to apologize to Fanya once the meeting was over.<br/><br/>Emma needed to learn not to meddle in shit that didn't concern her...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>