Emma slammed her fist on the table, making everyone in the room jump.
"Stop fighting!" she shouted at the group of adults who had been arguing for an hour.
The adults stared at her in surprise. She was just a normal kid now, but somehow they still listened when she raised her voice.
"Mrs. Peterson," Emma said to the woman on her left, "you can't keep your daughter locked in the house just because you're scared she'll waste her resurrection."
Mrs. Peterson's eyes filled with tears. "But what if she gets hurt? What if she dies and I'm not there to stop her from using it on something silly?"
"Then that's her choice to make," Emma replied gently. "You can't live her life for her."
She turned to the man on her right. "And Mr. Jenkins, you can't keep jumping off buildings just to prove you're not afraid of death. Your family needs you alive."
Mr. Jenkins looked embarrassed. "But I feel so free now. Like nothing can hurt me."
