may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine "Your father isn't here," Isla reminds him gently, wanting to help to explore this as much as she wants to keep him grounded, and she taps his hand holding the glass of water, as if to remind him that it exists and that he should stay hydrated. "It doesn't sound like the sort of job you would enjoy. Would you tell me about being Governor?" she asks, unaware of the tumble that his mind has taken once more. But her optical upgrade is still hard at work, noting how he's burning up, how whatever it is that is in his system is doing a number on his body temperature as well as his mental state. "Sunjata - would you tell me again how you came by this medicine of yours?" It's a sudden question, a lapse in her attempt to keep him calm - but Isla has to know.