"I...it's a defense mechanism..."
Even the diamond form can't disconnect this emotion. It has no name, no shape, no taste. It just is and it consumes all of her. Emma slowly begins to become flesh again, unable to hide from how she feels. Fear, pain, terror, hope. Large bright lights of hope.
For the first time in recent memory, the White Queen is stricken all but speechless.
"We're...oh my god."
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