ISLA
Isla drops the already withering lily with a sob she forces herself to cage in the back of her throat, because whatever happens from here on out, it's her fault, but it's also absolutely not about her at all. Swiping the tears from her cheeks and forcing herself to take a few steady, deep breaths, the composure that the Remedy regains is one born from the battlefield, among wounds too deep and vicious for soldiers to survive and infections that could raze an entire camp.
"Remi, I'm going to need you to knock him out please," she says, glancing towards the Bastion with red rimmed eyes, the Remedy already in motion to get to the boat and collect all of their important belongings. "There isn't any way we can calm him down out here in the open, not like this." Not with so much happening, not with the way she can see his mind collapsing in upon itself in an attempt to comprehend so much so quickly.
"Then I need you to take this bag," she says, gesturing to the one she's packed up with all the necessities, "and fly Ever back to my apartment. I'll follow on the wing."
"Remi, I'm going to need you to knock him out please," she says, glancing towards the Bastion with red rimmed eyes, the Remedy already in motion to get to the boat and collect all of their important belongings. "There isn't any way we can calm him down out here in the open, not like this." Not with so much happening, not with the way she can see his mind collapsing in upon itself in an attempt to comprehend so much so quickly.
"Then I need you to take this bag," she says, gesturing to the one she's packed up with all the necessities, "and fly Ever back to my apartment. I'll follow on the wing."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
