[IC] TotMV:G^2: Clash of Fate: The Home Front II-"This time, it's personal!"

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Empi, for her most part, was.....unaffected, surprisingly.

 

It was true, her field of work didn't involve such massive violence. True enough, that pairing people together didn't involve watching people die horribly. True enough that her life was so much less troublesome than this; a life of constant sex and hooking up (both herself and of other people) was nothing compared to some people.  She knew people'd expect her to have a horrible reaction; to break down, to snap, to grow disillusioned at the violence that she'd just experienced.

 

But Emphala Powderbelle was over four-hundred years old. She looked young, but had seen so much.

 

She'd lived through the worst humanity had had to offer. She'd lived through the Thirty Years War, the slave trade, the World Wars, the Holocaust, the Khmer Rouge. She'd seen the worst of humanity, the worst terrors that humanity could push upon each other. Empi wasn't blind; it wasn't as if she wasn't aware that people were people and sometimes willing to do pointlessly brutal things for the sake of brutality. She was plenty disillusioned, plenty aware,

 

But she was a relationship fairy. That didn't just mean sex, as fun as it was. That meant genuinely, truly, trying to help others with their relationships.

 

She'd seen the suffering, walking through it all, to do her job. Love sprung eternal no matter where it was; reuniting a solder on the battlefield with a girl he'd fallen for after she'd rescued him, Florence Nightingale-style, or helping a romance spring up in the ruins of a bombed-out city, or reuniting two refugees who'd fled horrible regimes, she'd done it all. Empi knew full well; the world went on after such suffering. Love always won out, in the end. It was what kept Empi going when she saw pointless suffering, the fact that she could bring happiness to someone, no matter how small, no matter how insignificant.

 

And the sex was nice, too.

 

So Empi kept on going. She had a job to do.

 

She floats over to Navin, prodding him gently. 

 

"Hey, tiger. You okay? You need a breather?"