we're always running scared but holding knives
It's with a guilty frown that Remi won't see that Isla hears him out, the medic giving him a gentle squeeze and letting out a soft sigh. "I am so sorry," she whispers, shaking her head and shifting back only a small amount so she can try and gaze up at him in the dark - not that there will be much to see.
"It isn't right, the way anyone treats you here. Ronin and I included. Because you were human before you were a wendigo, and you're human again right now. Even prisoners are treated better than this." She doesn't mean to be a downer, but evidently it's a lot easier to make the comparisons (rightly or wrongly) at this proximity.
It makes Isla want to break Remi out of the complex and let him go, or perhaps isolate his room from the rest of the medical wing so no one else can get at him. Creepy? Yes. Worse than what he's been through so far? No.
"It isn't right, the way anyone treats you here. Ronin and I included. Because you were human before you were a wendigo, and you're human again right now. Even prisoners are treated better than this." She doesn't mean to be a downer, but evidently it's a lot easier to make the comparisons (rightly or wrongly) at this proximity.
It makes Isla want to break Remi out of the complex and let him go, or perhaps isolate his room from the rest of the medical wing so no one else can get at him. Creepy? Yes. Worse than what he's been through so far? No.
Isla
