Shoot the Messenger

Sam stared at Remi for a long, drawn out second before he answered as he thought about it. Isla's body was still there now, but...he knew it wouldn't be when they left. Couldn't be. They never were. As long as he could keep Remi away from the Outskirts he could keep this a secret forever, not let him know there was a body to find. As far as he was concerned the body didn't matter anyway. Isla was dead, gone; the things that made her her had already left and the body was now just a mangled shell that would only make them both upset. "No. No...no b-body. The monsters don't...leave b-bodies. They d-destroy everyone they...they kill. She's...g-gone." He informed, glad to at least be saying something true. Remi asked him what was hard to explain and he almost forgot what he'd said, the moments coming one after another and each one darker than the last. "The draw. Th...that the Luxere had. We had t-to go. I don't...th..think anyone else died." Samuel This time I might just disappear