[Fighting the wendigo had been different. It was a spirit, and outside entity acting upon her, and because she could recognize it as something external, Emily could try and push it away. This, now, is her. Rage is twisting up Emily's stubbornness and anger, augmenting it with whatever power makes Rage able to call herself a god, and lending these murderous impulses a strange sort of rightness that's almost too hard to fight off. How can Emily try to separate herself from herself, after all.

Even in the moments of clarity that come now and then, usually when someone tries to reason with her, it's nigh impossible to shake.]

I can't believe this is when you choose to believe in me. Not, like, when I went to get help after you thought the psycho killed Josh.

[It's a weird fucking life where they can just ... refer to shit like that. Where the hell did they go wrong.]

He better not trip.

[And that's all she'll say to that, because the rest is implied. She just knows she'll pounce on him if he does, and that's... as angry as even the thought of him makes her, she really doesn't want to outright kill him.]