wouldn't change how it ended

"Don't," Isla snaps right back to Remi, scowling deeply and feeling frozen despite not being affected much by the cold. "Don't use that against me. Like it's something that I should do, or that I should feel guilty about for not offering in return." Isla can't help but have boundaries, can't help but not heedlessly offer herself out completely, even to those she cares about, and she won't be shamed for it. "It isn't a warning - it's giving them a choice. If they know you'll be coming for them either way, they can choose whether or not to give their blood to you willingly," she counters. "And I won't go. You invited me out here for something very specific, and I wouldn't be much of a friend if I let you go without it." ISLA pray for me pray to me