E-mail: Emma to Jake

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From: Frost, Emma
To: Gavin, Jacob Jr.

Jake

I do not need to punish you any more than you are already punishing yourself. But nor do I wish to have to carve It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time on your headstone. Don't place your trust where it is not deserved. Don't put your colleagues in danger. Don't do it again. Learn. Move on.

In your current melancholic state, I doubt you wish to avail yourself of a willing ear, but if you do, my door is always open.

Emma

Comments

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To: [Frost, Emma]
From: [Gavin, Jake]

Emma, darling,

Thank you as always for the advice. Believe me, I've learned plenty about trust over the last week. That said, I do appreciate your willingness to talk to me rather than simply complain about me.

(Why yes, I'm in a mood, and a rather extraordinary one at that. Why do you ask?)




Jake

ps I would argue that she's not a psychopath. Everything else you said about her was spot on, though.

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To: Gavin, Jake
From: Frost, Emma

Jake my dearest

Psychotic, psychopathic, they're so easy to confuse. She was dangerous. The more so because she got all the way in before you knew she was dangerous. It is the problem with waifs and strays; they are so very appealing up until their lack of socialisation means they bite off your fingers.

I want those who work here to be safe in their beds at night. That includes you, my darling metamorph.

As I said, the door is open if you need me. If not, just don't do anything rash. My life would stretch as a desolate plain before me if you were not in it.

Emma

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To: [Frost, Emma]
From: [Gavin, Jake]

I'd say that I didn't think she was dangerous, but I've a lifetime of hearing "that's right, you didn't think," to the point that I can't start a sentence that way without hearing my mother's voice in my head. Which is, truly, disturbing. Regardless, she's not the first psychotic (or even psychopathic) person to darken the Brownstone's door, and I'm sure she won't be the last. Remy does have to come home at some point, after all.

But I am willing to concede the point, and I'm touched at your concern for me. For all of us, really.

I'd prefer not to beat this particular dead horse, but I'm happy to let you take me out somewhere nice if you'd like to talk about anything else. It would seem my most recent benefactor has become immune to the Gavin charm. Stunning, I know, but there have been recorded, if rare, instances of this happening. And that's twice in this email that I've brought up my mother. Buy me dinner and I promise it'll never happen again.

Yours,



Jake

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To: [Gavin, Jake]
From: [Frost, Emma]

Talk to Illyana (or Mark, if you would prefer) and find a gap in my schedule. I'll take you somewhere expensive and talk about shoes and pretty girls and what we will do when we rule the world and I shall make exactly as many waiters cry as you want me to. Will that suit?

Emma

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To: [Frost, Emma]
From: [Gavin, Jake]

That would be lovely. You always did know how best to cheer me up.



Jake

ps Illyana and I are fine, for the record, even though she had to kill a cake to make things better. Personally, I don't agree with her methods--they were a little too brutal for me.