[Getting it over with was the better decision, seeing as Emi's focus on literally anything else had been entirely shot to shit. He'd pace around, reread that Key Point of the exchange, and then pace around with even more intensity. At some point an intervention was staged when Mr. Bo shoved Emi out from the bar because all that pacing with such a brooding expression was just bad news.

He shouldn't have kept reading it but he kept reading it. Over and over as he screamed to the internal heavens.

And waited.]