"Lying right through your teeth," she accused, her smirk as sharp as the edge of a well-loved knife. "Nice to meet me? Yeah, right." No one thought it was nice to meet Emilie, something she was well aware of. She wasn't nice. She was frightening and cold, a hurricane that wouldn't think twice before tearing through entire cities and laying them to waste.
Emilie Galloway was destruction. Even her own.
"Last time I saw her, she was mewling on about the stars. Like there's any left. All blinked out, one by one." She seemed to believe that, even if there was a blanket of stars above them in the night sky. Those weren't the ones she was talking about, anyway. "They're all dead by the time we see 'em anyway. You know that? Ghosts, all of them. Just memories that our eyes are just now picking up."