Isla
"I could always perform an amputation on your legs," Isla says with a touch of wistfulness. "Then you'd never have to worry about being too tall or lanky again." Somehow she feels as though he won't really go for such a thing, and so the Remedy hides her smile behind a sip of her drink. As he explains Frey's new set of desires for him, the medic offers him a nod of encouragement, setting her glass down.
"It's about time you did," she agrees. "Going to Torchline really put it into perspective, how many people you know." To still feel so deafeningly alone in such a crowd isn't a fate Isla would wish on many. Still, Sunjata persists, and as his steel gaze meets her own, she isn't sure what he's expecting. For her to flip the table? Throw wine in his face? Set fire to the bar?
Inhaling deeply and letting it out again, she reaches across the table to rest her hand over the Flood's. "You can say what's really on your mind," she coaxes. "I'm not the drunken mess I was when you had to carry me across the beach."
"It's about time you did," she agrees. "Going to Torchline really put it into perspective, how many people you know." To still feel so deafeningly alone in such a crowd isn't a fate Isla would wish on many. Still, Sunjata persists, and as his steel gaze meets her own, she isn't sure what he's expecting. For her to flip the table? Throw wine in his face? Set fire to the bar?
Inhaling deeply and letting it out again, she reaches across the table to rest her hand over the Flood's. "You can say what's really on your mind," she coaxes. "I'm not the drunken mess I was when you had to carry me across the beach."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
