[PQ] Toxicity

Kalt pursed his lips as Isla spoke, but he trusted her enough. Besides, what she decided to do with her life wasn’t exactly his decision. That didn’t mean he approved of these methods, yet at the same time, he couldn’t help the admiration he felt stirring for her. It was the kind of thing he used to do quite often in the Guild - usually earning a scolding from Harkon.    Before anyone could protest further, Isla sat down and injected the poison into herself. A sharp frown was worn, but he wasn’t going to waste any time. The fifteen minute countdown began as soon as the injection was made.    He didn’t wait for Phoebe or Min to act, before locating a syringe and tourniquet.    Isla was beginning to look pale, and her chest was moving much less stably than he would have liked, but poison tends to have side effects, and these seemed minimal compared to what they could have been.    Fifteen minutes. As soon as the time was up, he tied the tourniquet and slid the needle smoothly into her vein to begin drawing her blood. Reanimation fluid, rather. He figured he should get used to that if he was sticking around this world. KALT darkness lives in me