[Emily gives another soft squeal when Tifa's punch connects with Alfie, less because she's worried about him and more because the strength behind it startles her. She continues to struggle without hesitation, refusing to look Alfie in the face or in the eyes. The light in them feels almost like it's burning, and she hates it.

When she finally chances a look, her eyes are not unlike the eyes plaguing them before, plaguing the town in scrawling art.] Let me go! You tricked me! You pretended to be my friend, but you're a liar just like all the others!

[Her squirming twists her body in Alfie's arms. She rears back suddenly with the pocket knife, then plunges it into the right side of his chest.] If you want the bird, I'll bury you with it!