Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Isla's flat look ought to be enough to tell Flora what she thinks about the off-colour (heh, purple?) joke she's made, the Remedy not dignifying it with a response and running both hands back through her hair. A scream or a laugh feels caged at the back of her throat, because of course Everest Hart is in love with her and capital I infected by creatures who want to take over Caido. Why not? Just add him as #4 on her list of failed relationships.
"You're assuming that Vox and the Family have everyone's best interests in mind, and aren't just saying and doing whatever it takes to get people on side and out of their way," she mutters, letting out a long, shivering sigh and sitting back in her seat. "And unfortunately I don't have Rae's contact details in my back pocket." She doesn't know the ins and outs of Channelling, after all, never having been in a position to use it even when she was an Accepted 10000 years ago.
"Thanks for letting me know, Flora."
"You're assuming that Vox and the Family have everyone's best interests in mind, and aren't just saying and doing whatever it takes to get people on side and out of their way," she mutters, letting out a long, shivering sigh and sitting back in her seat. "And unfortunately I don't have Rae's contact details in my back pocket." She doesn't know the ins and outs of Channelling, after all, never having been in a position to use it even when she was an Accepted 10000 years ago.
"Thanks for letting me know, Flora."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
