Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Luckily for Flora, she and the Remedy have known each other for a fairly long while now, and it is rare to see her so flustered or keen to discuss something so quickly. And so Isla gives her all the attention she deserves - not that she will enjoy what she has to say, as becomes evident all tooo soon. "He's what?" Blue eyes widen and she straightens up from the desk, and if this were a word with cellphones, Isla would already have Ever on speed-dial to talk to him.
It's true that Flora is able to head off the majority of her questions at the pass, and though the Remedy is a good deal paler than before, she's ever been calm in a crisis, and gives her a gentle nod. "Fuck." Listen, she's allowed to not be eloquent right now. "I... are you alright, after meeting with her? And do you know what this means, or... or how long he's been infected like this?" Recently, surely. Right?
Right?
It's true that Flora is able to head off the majority of her questions at the pass, and though the Remedy is a good deal paler than before, she's ever been calm in a crisis, and gives her a gentle nod. "Fuck." Listen, she's allowed to not be eloquent right now. "I... are you alright, after meeting with her? And do you know what this means, or... or how long he's been infected like this?" Recently, surely. Right?
Right?
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
