we're always running scared but holding knives
"It is," Isla repeats quietly, as if there couldn't possibly be something else about him that's frightening, before she falls quiet to focus on soaking away the grime from his neck and shoulders and chest, followed by his arms, hands and abdomen. Each movement is firm and gentle in equal measure, and she almost seems surprised to reveal his pale body beneath the events that have unfolded tonight.
Drawn back into the conversation as Remi speaks again, Isla goes to rinse out her washcloth again and hums and affirmative. "You did," she confirms. "He came around before you did, and was quite a firm advocate for the science division inserting its head into its own rectum so it could look at its own bullshit." Is there a smile in her voice? Perhaps.
"He explained everything you told him," Isla says, discreetly moving to more, er, sensitive areas as they chat. "And then he got into a fight with the other Hunters brought in for questioning. He only stopped when I set the alarms off, and he came in to help. So... in short, he's coming to visit tomorrow, if he is allowed, and he would appreciate it if you didn't comment on his black eye."
Drawn back into the conversation as Remi speaks again, Isla goes to rinse out her washcloth again and hums and affirmative. "You did," she confirms. "He came around before you did, and was quite a firm advocate for the science division inserting its head into its own rectum so it could look at its own bullshit." Is there a smile in her voice? Perhaps.
"He explained everything you told him," Isla says, discreetly moving to more, er, sensitive areas as they chat. "And then he got into a fight with the other Hunters brought in for questioning. He only stopped when I set the alarms off, and he came in to help. So... in short, he's coming to visit tomorrow, if he is allowed, and he would appreciate it if you didn't comment on his black eye."
Isla
