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Emma It's late, super late, and Emma passed out post shower. Still she didn't feel well, and had taken her glass of water and gone to stand on the patio for some fresh air. She is wearing an oversized shirt, and flannal pj bottoms. Her hair is down and matted from sleep. Eyes are distant and tired as ahe stares at the stars.
Maxim Making his way to the patio, Max blinks as he sees Emma out there. He's wearing a new shirt, apparently the other one was a touch soiled from whatever residual stuff was on Ems when he carried her to bed. "Greetings. Are you feeling better?" He moves over toward her.
Emma Beat to hell Emma looks up to Maxim as he approaches, her long red hair a bit of a mess, skin paler than normal - from not feeling well. In her delicate hands is a glass of water, arms resting on the rail of the balcony.

"N - no." Comes the whispered reply in her tired yet thick Scottish accent. Looking to the stars again a hand moves to rub at her eyes. "I - I am a mess, aren't I?"
Maxim A blink is given at the question. He moves to the rail, gloved hands lightly touching there next to hers. "I was not sick often. But when I was, it was bad. Katya would take care of me." He reaches over and touches her hand with his. "You have people here that care about you Emma. It is okay if you are not well. We will take care of you."
Emma She pats his hand in return, but the look on her face suggests that Emma doesn't share the same sentiment. With a heavy sigh, there is a nod to the ground below them.

"I - I considered jumpjn' a - a few times, ya'know." There is sadness in her tone, true broken soul sadness. "I - I know y - yer all here, but, it - it hasn't stopped s - since Raccoon, no - no peace, co - constant terror." Then she sips from her water.
Maxim Maxim sighs and says, "I spent my years where others learn to date and find love... Killing people." Well if that doesn't put it right out there. "Ninteen targets, besides a few incidentals... It was, a heavy burden." He brushes one of her hairs away from her face again that got matted there. "You are a beautiful person Emma. Do not end it. I... I cannot imagine this dark world without your light in it."
Emma "I - I am sorry." Emma says to Maxim, as he speaks of the number of kills under his belt. Once long ago, such would phase her, startle her. But not now, not after all she has seen. And it hits her, in a spark of realization just how casually such information is taken in.

When he brushes her hair, and even compliments her, cheeks go red, the lass looks away in her shy sweet sort of way. But it's with sorrow. "I - I was, o - once. Home in Scotland. S - seems l - like a lifetime ago."
Maxim Maxim nods as she mentions that. He says, "It perhaps was. We grow and change as people. I was able to grow and change to the Max I see before you." He rests a hand gently upon the small of her back. "You have been through much, I know. But how we act in those times, that is what is important. I know you have been through, many things. But please, do not let those events beat you. I know you are capable of more."
Emma She finally manages a bit of a true smile here, as Maxim shows off his grown self. There is even a small laugh, slightly pained from her headache. Again her cheeks redden, but there is a hopeless shrug.

"We - we all have o - our limits too. A - a human spirit c - can only take so much."
Maxim Maxim nods as she mentions that. He says, "It perhaps was. We grow and change as people. I was able to grow and change to the Max I see before you." He rests a hand gently upon the small of her back. "You have been through much, I know. But how we act in those times, that is what is important. I know you have been through, many things. But please, do not let those events beat you. I know you are capable of more."

She finally manages a bit of a true smile here, as Maxim shows off his grown self. There is even a small laugh, slightly pained from her headache. Again her cheeks redden, but there is a hopeless shrug.

"We - we all have o - our limits too. A - a human spirit c - can only take so much."

Maxim shakes his head and says, "It is true, there are limits. But The limits are only what you put on them. Master Po once told me, the only thing I am unable to achieve is what I believe I am incapable of doing." He sighs and reaches out to lightly brush his hand over cheek, if she allows. "I wish I could say something to make it better. But the only person that will heal you ultimately is you."
Emma The back of his hand does touch her cheek, and with that she looks away shyly, off into the silence, taking in his words like a heavy weight had dropped upon her. Emma, for a moment, is silent, reflective. After some time has passed the lass hangs her head, in part because at this moment she'd love a drink, and the guilt for knowing that unsteady crutch is so heavily leaned upon. Between the mixtures of emotion the redhead can only mutter a few regret filled words.

"I - I failed."
Maxim Maxim sighs and shakes his head. he brushes her shoulder next. "You did not fail. You did what was within your limits. You are still alive, that is not failing." He thinks and adds, "By your logic, I failed Katya. Perhaps I did." His other hand the coin moves across. He furows his brow, pensive.
Emma Briefly Emma looks up as Maxim touches her shoulder, grey-green eyes on him briefly before they turn away to the view looking across it, searching for answers that in her soul she knows isn't there. "I - I am sure ya - ya did all ya could."

Inhailing deeply, a delicate hand moves through that long red hair, further indication of insecurity.

"I - I fell, to - to far."
Maxim A brush of her arm again. He looks like he wants to just grab and hold her close as he lightly touches her chin and moves to try to look into her eyes. "Everyone falls. It does not have to be too far. There are those here to offer a hand to help pull you back out of the hole you find yourself in. I am sorry I could not help more... That I could not be here for you more... Like you need someone to be."
Emma After a minute Emma stands, straightening out some. There is a slow release of breath. "Ya - ya have done enough." The lass says with a small smile this way. "An' - an' thank ya for it."
Maxim Maxim frowns, and shakes his head. "I do not feel that I have." He brushes fingers through her hair some and adds, "If I could help ease your pain I would. I would do anything."