a perfect soul

”Oh, the tale was nearly done anyway.” Isla’s voice doesn’t change, doesn’t become any less gentle and sing-song, but there’s a distinct... weight that falls over the room. And suddenly Ronin isn’t there either, the door slamming behind him, the Star thrust out of the dream as swiftly as he was brought into it. And Remi will be able to see, faintly, behind the vision of the golden-haired medic; Ludo, holding her strings, making her dance and sway with their son. ”I see you are feeling better,” it says with Isla’s lips, with her pebble blue eyes, with her smile. LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough