Emerson listened to Ambrose, wondering briefly what sort of relationship Ambrose's girl had had with Lucius before coming to Crescent Hills. He decided he supposed that wasn't much of his business. The problem at hand was a problem regardless of whether they had been friends or something else.
"I'm guessing nobody terribly schooled if she got out of it alive," he commented. "Again, not to sound cocky, but most trained or decent witches don't have much trouble with the people in the camps. Unless they get mobbed, you know? The issue of redemption can be a tricky thing, though." He looked down into his glass, solemn before deciding on a long drink.
"I don't mean to be an asshole, but I'd like to think people can come back. But I hear what you're saying. He's... no longer a good man, and the cost of bringing him back around, if it can be done, probably won't be worth whatever she'd have to lose for trying," he said carefully. He didn't give Lucius any sort of benefit of the doubt, but he understood the want and the need to believe that someone you cared about could be saved. He'd lost himself for a second in time once, and even that moment had cost him whatever he might've had left. "What she wants might be possible, but I don't blame you for not wanting to let her try. She might end up worse for the effort whether she's successful or not."