ISLA
Shaking her head and smirking at Remi - she knows exactly what the smile on his face means, and she's liable to smack him lightly for his imaginings if he keeps it up - Isla already feels her mood start to lift, even as their conversation ebbs and flows like some woeful tide. "Never apologise for not knowing as much about death as you might. I don't think it's something I'd wish on anyone, not even the Delphias of the world."
Raising her eyebrows - what is a trick if not a clever lie? - and letting her smile soften, the Remedy pays more attention to the road than her friend, and soon enough she spots a murder or gore crows flocking towards something. "Mm, you would know better than I would," she says; having no affiliation with Ludo beyond dark, spooky and sometimes dangerous, she's in no position to speculate.
Raising her eyebrows - what is a trick if not a clever lie? - and letting her smile soften, the Remedy pays more attention to the road than her friend, and soon enough she spots a murder or gore crows flocking towards something. "Mm, you would know better than I would," she says; having no affiliation with Ludo beyond dark, spooky and sometimes dangerous, she's in no position to speculate.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
