Silence. Little else echoed within her relatively bare apartment in West Athen aside from the occasional waft from turning of pages, intermixed with the odd whimper or sob. Night had fallen, both on Rubi-Ka and on her brother, and all that seemed to follow was an abyss of loneliness and fear.
Emiliy could find little comfort in her surroundings; the euphoria that had seized at her the moment she had walked into this new flat - this new home - had vanished without a trace at the moment Lynar had said "he's dead." Taking to the streets - and to Newland - was similarly incapable of quelling the tears in her eyes and sorrow in her rapidly beating heart. Even as she had passed cautiously through Newland, eyeing every face, tuning in on every whisper, and finally arriving at the place that Alamexis had spent his final seconds of life, peace evaded her, to be replaced slowly with an ever-building rage.
And so she sat in her apartment. And she read. Slowly she became enthralled in the words - his words - printed upon the pages. And despite scattering tears across almost every page, Emiliy finally drifted off to sleep with a slight smile on her face, holding the book tightly.