Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"...Remi?" Isla might not read thoughts, but she can feel the tension that seizes Remi's body and all but hear the way his jaw creaks as his teeth grind together, the Remedy reaching up automatically to brush a hand across his cheek. "If the broadcast is already out, I'm not sure even Ronin would be fast enough," she confesses with a soft frown. "Who knows what would happen if you even put him in the springs while the Tundra is like this. Or what would happen to Ronin if he tried."
(Oh how little they know).
Relaxing automatically and nodding her understanding - it's why she'd come here right now after all - as Remi continues the realisation of her next steps hits harder than Isla expects it to, and she rakes her fingers through her messy curls. "Better the devil you know. Isn't that what they say?" she says sadly. "I'm worried that mentioning any of this will tip off Dahlia and the rest of the Family to the fact that he's a weak point waiting to be used, whether he's here or up in Stormbreak."
Scowling suddenly and shaking her head, Isla huffs out an irritated sigh. "I hate talking about him this way," she hisses.
(Oh how little they know).
Relaxing automatically and nodding her understanding - it's why she'd come here right now after all - as Remi continues the realisation of her next steps hits harder than Isla expects it to, and she rakes her fingers through her messy curls. "Better the devil you know. Isn't that what they say?" she says sadly. "I'm worried that mentioning any of this will tip off Dahlia and the rest of the Family to the fact that he's a weak point waiting to be used, whether he's here or up in Stormbreak."
Scowling suddenly and shaking her head, Isla huffs out an irritated sigh. "I hate talking about him this way," she hisses.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
