Isla
Remi steps forward and Isla steps back, at first, especially as she feels the Voice slip into her systems as if it's the most natural thing in the world. And indeed, it almost feels good as she senses her scans, her body and her mind all fall perfectly in sync, as they were always meant to do. By the time the Voice is gone again Isla knows that Remi isn't really here - he can't be, because if he was, he'd be dead right now.
"A projection...?" She doesn't wait for the answer because she doesn't care about the answer, honestly - lurching forward, she smacks his hand aside and all but throws herself around him, her arms looping around his neck as if she might be able to drag him down to her level. The opposite is more likely true, honestly, and if Remi does pull her up instead, Isla's legs will lock quite happily around his waist so she can cling to him like a limpet.
"Gods-- I didn't think I'd ever see you again--" she whispers, her voice muffled by tears and the way she's buried her head against the side of his neck.
"A projection...?" She doesn't wait for the answer because she doesn't care about the answer, honestly - lurching forward, she smacks his hand aside and all but throws herself around him, her arms looping around his neck as if she might be able to drag him down to her level. The opposite is more likely true, honestly, and if Remi does pull her up instead, Isla's legs will lock quite happily around his waist so she can cling to him like a limpet.
"Gods-- I didn't think I'd ever see you again--" she whispers, her voice muffled by tears and the way she's buried her head against the side of his neck.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
