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Emily turned to glare at him, not saying anything. What could she say? Talk about her past? Let him try and take away the pain? No, in her mind physical was better than mental. Street skills were far better than social to her. And street skills said run. So she took off away from him with Chalice on her shoulder. He probably wouldn't have caught her, but Chalice decided that she should go back. The flame waved a hand in front of her face to block her vision. Emily gave him a small look of betrayal as her foot hit the edge of a rock, bringing the girl down hard. With a small whimper, she curled into a ball, hoping the world would simply go away.