Page 51 of White Horizons

Emma: Going deep today, are we?

Clay: Humor me.

Emma: Well, I guess drowning would be my death fear, but an overall fear is ending up alone. I love my people, and if something were to happen to them, I don’t know how I would manage that. If an apocalypse comes and they’re all taken out, take me too. I don’t want to be the last man standing. Well, last woman standing. You?

Clay: Standing by myself on a stage in front of millions and not being able to get my words out.

Emma: Yet you agreed to do the awards show. Look at you facing your fears head on…

Clay: It’s not that.

Emma: Then what is it?

Clay: Would you rather have telekinesis or telepathy?

Emma: Hands down telekinesis. Can you even imagine how much simpler life would be?

Clay: Simpler and I’d be fatter for sitting on my ass all day.

Emma: Would you rather swim in a pool of Nutella or a pool of maple syrup?

Clay: Shallow end of the pool and Nutella. Somehow I feel it’s thick enough that drowning could be a possibility.

Emma: I pick Nutella too.

Clay: I would find it very hard not to lick it off of you.

Emma: Yes, please!

Clay: I like the dress you’re wearing. Purple always looks good on you.

Emma: How do you know I’m wearing purple?

Clay: Cora posted a photo. How’s she doing?

Emma: Smiling through gritted teeth. I will never understand why she continues to come to these events for her parents.

Clay: I’m sure she’s glad you’re there.

Emma: I would never shove her into the lion’s den without backup.“Though she be but little, she is fierce.”

Clay: Shakespeare. Nice.

Emma: You should send me a clip of one of your new songs.

Clay: Which one do you want to hear?

Emma: Which one do you want me to hear?

Clay: File sent. Check email.

Emma: I look forward to seeing you tonight.

Clay: Same.

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