....well, I...honestly, if I had the choice I'd rather not be doing this sort of thing, but I owe it to someone who helped me. My uncle. So, I...

[Emmy sighs again, crossing her arms.]

No, that doesn't work - I'm still doing it, so I don't have any excuses. I feel bad but I know my uncle wouldn't lie to me.

[...would he?

Furiously forcing that thought out of her head, Emmy looks up at Kimblee and smiles.]

Lake of Rage is our favourite location for confessions, I suppose. I can try and think of a more pleasant one, if you like?