when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla doesn't know what to say in the face of the Voice's (understandable) tirade, so she merely looks at the ground and bows her head. She can't disagree, but at the same time she is more than aware that her goddess knows about her friendship with Remi. These are the sorts of things that she wishes might remain buried and ignored - but of course, that isn't how the world works, especially when there's a war on the way.
The medic glances up when the Voice seems to spin on a dime (not a phrase Isla would know but fuck it), her blue eyes widening in wonder. A small smile creeps across her face and she steps closer. "Would such a thing be possible?" she asks. "Yes, that would be wonderful, if it could be made. Sometimes patients dont feel all that talkative when they are injured. Even my brothers and sisters."
The medic glances up when the Voice seems to spin on a dime (not a phrase Isla would know but fuck it), her blue eyes widening in wonder. A small smile creeps across her face and she steps closer. "Would such a thing be possible?" she asks. "Yes, that would be wonderful, if it could be made. Sometimes patients dont feel all that talkative when they are injured. Even my brothers and sisters."
i could die
Isla
