Emmett tried to take a few breaths, and groaned a little as he settled back to the ground and made an effort not to even LOOK in the direction of Diego. "Would it not have been easier not to start or is this the training a puppy principle where they have to learn how to use their bite properly instead of accidentally mauling a toddler who freaks them out one day?" he asked, not sure he felt comfortable comparing himself to a puppy, but the metaphor held for now.
"Tell you the truth, I'd...a friend attacked ME when I was still a human, in a space where plenty of people COULD have seen. He wasn't in his right...he was starving himself and snapped. Alexios was there to knock him out of the way, but when I think about what people might have done to R...to my friend. My aunt's a werewolf, and so's Father's best friend and I know THAT could have been a problem for him or if he himself had seen that..."
Emmett shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to Roman. For himself...he didn't know that his own life mattered that much. He wasn't suicidal or anything but...
"I'd rather avoid that, true." He agreed. "Useless and worthless as I am, it's still a LIFE. And that's..." He winced and nodded. "That sounds about right." He didn't like the idea, but...that had been the price of surviving the mission that had gone south and now he had to keep on paying it. Like buying a ticket for the same play over and over again.
"I...." Diego groaned, slowly, as a wave of pain rushed over him and he tried to push himself up, but stumbled on his way to standing properly. "Wh...you." he gasped at Emmett. "I...gotta get out of here. And he tried to sprint, but failed. "Look, man, don't...I won't tell anybody."
That was a total life, but in the moment it was true enough.