good night, sweet prince

"It's me, Remi." She says it like a promise, the Ascended still lingering at the edge of the barrier between them, though as he steps up to it she does reach out for him, as if to take one of his hands. "You look so different. Did you eat a horse or something?" Her soft laughter is dampened by happy tears, and she smiles up at him; an open and bright gesture that hides nothing. "Others are back as well. I think most of us came back tot he Hollowed Grounds, but there might be some in Halo still." Isla is telling him this for no reason and she knows it; she can't help the information download, trying to make her story sound more robust. Because it's insane, and the man before her has lost enough to drive anyone mad. ISLA pray for me pray to me