so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Fretting with a loose thread on her dress as if to give her hands something to do, Isla can only bob her head in a grateful nod as Remi doesn't push the issue, the Remedy inhaling a long breath and letting it out again. Abandoning thoughts of the molten pineapples or any hunger curling in the pit of her gut, she takes a step away from the thicket and casts her gaze out towards the churning sea nearby, using it as an excuse not to have to hold Remi's gaze. Being looked at with love right now might just topple her over the edge.
"Devastating," she murmurs in response to his question, but with the strange calm of a person who has seen too much devastation to really know how to react to it any more. "I was about to just... become one of them, when you showed up. No one seemed bothered about curing Ever, and I was tired of feeling wrong about it. And then..." Then Remi had shown up, of course, and here they are.
"He wouldn't look at me. He shifted into a dog before he left. I've ruined every bit of happiness he fought for while he was capable of it, and now..." She shrugs helplessly. "All I have to show for doing the right thing is being alone again."
"Devastating," she murmurs in response to his question, but with the strange calm of a person who has seen too much devastation to really know how to react to it any more. "I was about to just... become one of them, when you showed up. No one seemed bothered about curing Ever, and I was tired of feeling wrong about it. And then..." Then Remi had shown up, of course, and here they are.
"He wouldn't look at me. He shifted into a dog before he left. I've ruined every bit of happiness he fought for while he was capable of it, and now..." She shrugs helplessly. "All I have to show for doing the right thing is being alone again."
