[There may be a faint light in the distance that doesn't come from words on the wall. It's dim even right in front of Emma, a white light in her palms that she tries to keep glowing as much as she can while making her way around. Checking on others has all but become second nature to her in this place, each time something like this happens, and she's not slowing down now either.]
Least we aren't falling asleep or fighting monsters... [Yet? Ugh.
If she slows down at seeing some words in particular now and again well... He made me less trusting of people? Or He wants a family? Yeah. It all seems far too personal no matter what one think of it. Makes it harder to ignore.]