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Now, Billy was a criminal. Of course, he murdered someone. But, aside from that. It did not seem that Billy's occupation was all that honorable. Emerwyn could come up with a pretty good idea as to just what it was that he did.

But, did that mean that he deserved what happened?

There was a fine line, and Emerwyn was not the one to draw it.
All she did know was that love had conquered the poor man.
"Love changes everything."

Emerwyn couldn't contain herself this time. She leaned forward over the water he lay in, and laid her hands over his shoulders. His skin had a bizarre texture she couldn't quite describe, and his shoulders shook so.

It came as a small comfort to Emerwyn that Billy let her keep her arms over his shoulders. She could ignore the fact that they were sticky, slimy, and smelly.
It slowly dawned on her that what Billy was now speaking of was something that had happened here, on the Island. The doctors... they, mutilated him? For... doing something to one of the other subjects.
Maybe Emerwyn was just no good with "gossip;" she had not the fainest clue what or who he was talking about.
But that the doctors made him do it... after the story, she was ready to believe him, though she was scared to think of what he had done.
She didn't prompt him to say.
"They locked you out here?"

Emerwyn was mildly disturbed by his expression, but even more intrigued by what he said. The Doctor - Doctor Moreau - jealous of him?
It was an unlikely situation. What could Billy have that Moreau couldn't?
Emerwyn pulled back a bit and gave Billy a searching look.
"If you please - I don't quite follow."

Despite herself, Emerwyn's eyes widened. This was certainly an interesting idea. She did not really know Aubrey. She'd seen her once, and had certainly heard much about her. Especially since the attack.
But, to run to Billy? Maybe she was trying to get Moreau jealous.
And Billy was being used by another woman. He didn't seem to mind it so much this time.

Billy took a lot of self-satisfaction from this power he'd obtained over Moreau. It was a small mercy.
She felt a tickle in her throat, and cleared it up with a couple of short, rasping coughs.

Emerwyn cleared up the phlegm, swallowing the leftovers for fear of seeing what might be in it.
She cast a confused look at him. Had he mistaken her cough for an awkward sound, and expression of dibelief?

"No," her voice disappeared as she spoke, and she cleared her voice. She attemped again. "No... Of course I believe you. What reason would I have not to?"