Emma stared at him bewildered. “I never met you. I never had anyone die in my arms.” She started. “Two years ago I was having my same job, my same home and with my son and never, in all my life, have I had a man die in my arms. I’m a hundred percent positive I’d remember.” Watching him turn around and walk away, at least she wouldn’t have to then. “So I’m pretty sure ya got me confused with another blonde.”
"I know who you are Emma, and maybe you crossed the line and don’t remember who you are, but the Emma I knew wouldn’t call someone a inhumane and freak just because they were different. Maybe you should have someone remind you who you are." He continued to walk away towards the main street. He was so tired of this treatment from people. He wanted to go home.
"I never crossed any line a-and… You definitely have me mixed up with another Emma, I’ve never met you and hell if I even know what you’re talking about. I’m me. I know that, there’s nothing ‘i need reminded of’." Emma said, skeptical of him. "Okay maybe it was abit rude or whatever for me to say that but that… that is inhuman." She pointed out, groaning. "Look, whoever you think I am I’m not and I guess I’m sorry for ‘offending’ you okay?"