YOU'VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME--

[bestpapaever]

[Phone]

[In a very calm voice.]

That's it. I'm done.

If anyone would like to join me for a drink, bring as many vodka bottles as you can to City Hall. Make sure to bring your matches, too, if you have them. I'm not doing this anymore. If you want to help me, do yourself a goddamn favor and stop what you're doing. And do something.

This has to stop.

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[glowing_science]

[Allowing for a small side trip to fulfill her promise to Fran, Ema arrives with vodka and some matches.

She stole them while she was in the factory. One last little FUCK YOU to the system.]

I heard you needed a drink and a light. [She smirks a little, but it's a grim expression.]

[best_papa_evar]

[He looked at her, quite serious, and nods.]

This is worth getting droned or killed for.

[glowing_science]

I agree.

You're going to have to show me how to concoct one of these. I understand the scientific concepts well enough, but exactly not the execution.

[best_papa_evar]

[And he proceeds to show you very elegantly...

AND TOSSES THAT SHIT AS HARD AS HE CAN AT CITY HALL.]

[glowing_science]

[Ema's a fast learner and admires Hughes enough to want to please him in a professional regard, so she's able to replicate the cocktail and send it flying behind his.

She also helps herself to a bottle of vodka to just drink. Liquid courage.]

[best_papa_evar]

Atta girl--[he's drinking, too, mainly because his not!hand feels like it's on fire.]

[glowing_science]

Thank you. [Ema throws a few more flaming cocktails. She can't help but feel an odd combination of hubris and guilt--she's gotten off scott-free for being both lazy and ornery while people who were actually trying to do something were injured or executed for probably nothing at all.

She thinks of Klavier, re-educated for using his mothertongue... Thailand, for losing an eye for standing up for what he believed in... Mr. Hughes and various others, who've been injured for simply being human... and Kay, dutifully hanging her posters hanging her posters. What had Kay done wrong to deserve death? It isn't fair.

So she keeps throwing. After awhile, she holds out the bottle she's been drinking from to Hughes.]

To taking a stand.

[best_papa_evar]

Don't thank me yet--I'm probably just making it worse.

[glowing_science]

[Ema stands there for a few minutes with the bottle held out, then frowns, takes one last drink from it, and throws it into the fire. She's drunk enough to not even bother being afraid anymore.]

But you're doing something. Aren't you?

[best_papa_evar]

Right--no matter what--

[He grits his teeth, yelling at the City Hall--]

The bravest people in the world are fools--!!

[glowing_science]

[Well, that sums up the situation well enough. There's really not much Ema can add to that aside from her agreement, so:]

Yeah! Take that!

[She throws another flaming cocktail for good measure.]

For everyone, everyone that you've hurt in this place!

[best_papa_evar]

[Goddamnit, Ema, we're crazy. And so, so stupid!]

[glowing_science]

[That we are! But in Ema's drunk mind, it's worth it.]

[best_papa_evar]

[Totally worth it.]

[glowing_science]

[In that case, let's keep throwing flaming cocktails until something terrible happens to stop us!]

[best_papa_evar]

[Works for me, bb.]