Isla
"Well, you are in very good company with all of us," Isla says, gesturing around the (okay, empty apart from Neron) VlamVloed. "Every Ascended is everyone's enemy these days, but we like you here, don't worry." She flashes him a wink, because bravado in the face of certain annihilation is better than stewing over it, right?
Settling a little in her seat, she tilts her head at the idea of what the Flood ought to do once his haven is turned in. "The Hollowed Grounds still needs you," she reminds him. "But I suppose if you want to have a crisis, I bet you could convince a bunch of horny people in Caido to make a sex cult with you. Isn't that your Frey's thing?"
Is Isla grinning to herself? Maybe a bit.
Settling a little in her seat, she tilts her head at the idea of what the Flood ought to do once his haven is turned in. "The Hollowed Grounds still needs you," she reminds him. "But I suppose if you want to have a crisis, I bet you could convince a bunch of horny people in Caido to make a sex cult with you. Isn't that your Frey's thing?"
Is Isla grinning to herself? Maybe a bit.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
