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Ian was absolutely still for a few moments. His mind was in chaos, he had no experience with crying women before. He wanted to comfort her, to help her get over whatever demons she had, but had absolutely no idea how to. He felt the tears soaking his shirt and decided that he would just let her cry, but should he say something, and if he did, what should he say?

So he debated with himself for what seemed like eternity but was only for a few seconds. "I'm here," he finally whispered, "Just cry yourself out, it'll be ok." Ian seemed to be saying that a lot, but it was the only way he knew of how to comfort someone. His arms closed around Emerwyn slowly, haltingly. He hoped it was enough, he had no clue what he would do if anything more happened.

Ian heard Emerwyn's words and was touched deep in his heart. Those were words he had hoped to hear but never expected to actually hear. His arms tightened around her, holding her close to him Ian rested his head lightly on top of hers. He would let her cry herself out and he would stay until he was sure she was alright.

Innerly his mind was turmoil. Why was he doing this again? Hadn't he tried and tried to persuade himself that they were just friends, but now he himself had almost completely tossed that idea aside. He inhaled deeply, Emerwyn's new scent filling his nostrils, it was such a soothing scent and Ian could stay like this forever.

Ian let go of Emerwyn and flushed deep red. "It wasn't that much. I wish I could have helped more." He was a bit embarrassed, he hadn't had any clue how to comfort her, and yet here she was thanking him. Awkward, very awkward. His hand moved slightly wanting to hold her more but he suppressed that motion. "Will you be alright?" he asked instead.

"You aren't helpless." Ian told her as he stood up. "We do all we can to stay ourselves here and that makes us strong, thats why there is hope. We haev hope for ourselves that we will remain ourselves inside no matter what happens. When you aren't yourself anymore, then you are helpless." Ian put his hand on Emerwyn's shoulder. "I really ought to be going, sleep and food calls."

Ian halted. "No, it's fine. You remember that if you ever need anything I'm in duplex 19." He gave her shoulder a small squeeze and departed the duplex a small knot in his stomach about leaving.

After slipping in and out of the Halloween party, and finding that she could not take the immense amount of company, Emerwyn shut herself up in her room.

She was destroying herself from within. How she wished she had never taken that boat! How she wished she'd never been trapped here! She cursed herself for having a good time. How could she enjoy herself in a hellish prison such as this? Her body was cursed. She was slowly turning into a demon. She still felt slight aches from her first transformation. The first of what could be many. All she was was a guinea pig, a toy for a man with a deranged mind to experiment on.
How she loathed him. Doctor Moreau. The name brought chills up her spine and made her face feel hot. Her teeth would clench, and violent thoughts would seep into her mind. Thoughts that in a different time would have made her hate herself.

She did hate herself. Why was she not doing anything? There had to be a way of escaping..... Somehow...... Somewhere.... Of course there wasn't, though.
Many people had chosen to come here. Though they were all tricked, they knew they'd be gone for a while, if not forever. They'd made arrangments, said goodbye to loved ones. For all her friends knew, she was dead. For all she knew, her dearest friend was dead.... Jerrick. If he was, then she could give up hope. But something inside her told her to hold on, and wait.

But something else was telling her something completely different. And this was why she hated herself most of all. Emerwyn found herself getting light-headed every time she thought about him. Ian. She wanted to hurt herself every time she said his name, aloud, lying in bed. Ian. He was, at first, a symbol of hope for her. But now, he'd become a symbol of what was most evil in this evil place. These temptations, pulling her away from the life she once knew, the life that she swore she'd find a way to return to.

Ian.

She cursed the sound of his name, but could not stop saying it.

Ian

And when she could stop her own mouth from uttering it, still it lingered in her mind, where the force of her own mind could not stop it.

She was back in his embrace, he was comforting her. I'm here.

Emerwyn wished that he was here, but she wasn't sure what she'd do if he was.

A bookmark. A poem. A Cat. A friend.

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