This would be so much easier if she was Dani, Emma decided. On the other hand, then she'd be feeling what was driving Alec rather than watching it finally have an outlet.

The projection didn't try to dodge, taking or redirecting punch after punch instead, but the way he moved, if some part of Alec noticed despite the waves of pent up emotion, wasn't what you might expect from someone with his size. He fought the way Emma had been taught to fight, and while she was on the tall side of average for a woman, she wasn't a large person at all, and she'd learned to use that to her advantage.

"Sevens are complicated," she began, not really expecting Alec to listen, or possibly even hear, but holding space for the things he couldn't or wouldn't say. "Probably because they're tied to the Chariot, which should be about movement, but is really about stillness and balance. So you end up with this guy, the Seven of Wands, under siege and standing his ground, when the people who have been supporting him or who should be supporting him are telling him he's wrong. Attacked on all sides, and all he can do is fight."