Somehow, Emma knew that it wasn't quite that simple. And yet she appreciated Jean trying. It amused her somewhat that Jean could be strong and positive for Emma, but not for herself. "Eventually," Emma said as she broke away from Jean, "we will have to deal with them. Or perhaps..." she said thoughtfully, "Perhaps we won't have to. Maybe we're just meant to be annoyed and haunted at night." By the sad things and the horrific and the frustrating. Emma could handle seeing flashes every night so long as they didn't come true.
She looked Jean in the eye. "At any rate, we aren't those people. You're not possessed by a demon and I am not purely evil." She smiled. "I try not to be, at the very least."