Lester and Emmie were trying to convince the crowd to trust Lit, at least a little bit, and reassure everyone they wouldn't die the next day because of Commodus coming to invade the waystation at dawn.

Emmie: "Apollo is right. Tomorrow we may be attacked, but our enemies are going to find out that the Waystation protects it own. Commodus won't leave this net alive. Josephine and I will defend this place and anyone who is under our roof. If you want to be a part of this family, for a day or forever, you are welcome.*

Her gaze turned to Lit.

Emmie: "All of you."

The boy's face paled, almost blending with his scars. He tried to speak, but only managed some sort of choking noise. He slid down the wall with a shudder, burying his face in his hands and silently sobbing.

All Lit could remember in both lives was being a tool. When was the last time he was accepted? And now strangers were welcoming him into their home? The pain from the wound on his thigh was barely a disturbance in his mind now.