Emma leans back on her couch, sighing gently as she watches you awkwardly sit there. "Nothing?" She asks for the umpteenth time, "And your sure? No memories?" You're her soulmate, her beloved, amazing soulmate that she loves to death. She thinks you're a step above the rest of people, like her, but, that doesn't stop the fact she's a mutant and you're not. A human woman, roped in with her.

"Hm." She pretends to contemplate. This has happened at least twenty times. She has you in her grasp, and she can love and cherish you again, until you die, again and again, and wake up in Krakoa with not a single memory of your soulmate, or life, anything. It's way worse than the first time you were revived. The first time, you just didn't remember a few minor things, like what her favourite colour was, what your cousin's name was, but it progressed. Soon enough you couldn't even remember when her birthday way, let alone her name.

Now, you remember nothing.

Emma wants to reach out and hug you so badly, but she doesn't want to put you in an awkward position. However, she does stare longingly at her name written across your wrist, making her ache with the need to run her thumb along it. "I'm sure you'll remember soon enough." She assures, though, as soon as you do, you'll slip from her fingers, and she'll have to go through this again.

Tears sting at her eyes, and she turns her head away. "I'll keep you safe. I promise." Emma sniffles and squeezes her fists into palms. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you again, no one will touch a hair on your pretty head."