Isla
"Careful--" Isla says automatically as Sunjata tries to inhale his coffee, the Remedy gently patting his back until he regains his composure. And he gives her the courtesy of hearing her out, so it only seems fair that she does the same, stepping back and setting down her mug, her arms folding as if to automatically make herself smaller. "Well, she hasn't asked him to do anything, by the seems of things," she says, rubbing at her forehead and shaking her head because she knows that's a poor excuse.
"You can see them, though?" Isla's hand drops and her expression melts into something almost sorrowful. "I'm sorry, Sunjata. But I... if that's what happens, when you're healed, do you really think that's something that's going to help Ever?" To have to see whatever it is that has the Flood going so awfully pale? "That he's going to be better off for being healed? Or is it just that it's better for us, so therefore that makes it the right thing to do?"
Sagging back against the counter, she shrugs her shoulders. "I won't take that decision from him. Whatever happens, I understand there are consequences. And I will talk to him again. But I won't make him go."
"You can see them, though?" Isla's hand drops and her expression melts into something almost sorrowful. "I'm sorry, Sunjata. But I... if that's what happens, when you're healed, do you really think that's something that's going to help Ever?" To have to see whatever it is that has the Flood going so awfully pale? "That he's going to be better off for being healed? Or is it just that it's better for us, so therefore that makes it the right thing to do?"
Sagging back against the counter, she shrugs her shoulders. "I won't take that decision from him. Whatever happens, I understand there are consequences. And I will talk to him again. But I won't make him go."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
