ISLA
Her eyes slip away from him again as he speaks, Isla tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat and folding her arms across her chest in a gesture that is more like hugging herself than she would like. "I don't know what you want me to say," she admits with a sad smile, finally glancing up to tilt her head at him. "I... what happened? I mean, I know what happened. But did you... why didn't you want to tell me? Did you not think I would..."
Every sentence she begins seems to die on her tongue, the Ascended sagging once more against her desk and rubbing at her forehead. "Sorry, I imagine it must have taken a lot to come here to tell me." she murmurs, gesturing for him to go ahead and speak, if that's what he feels like he needs to do.
Every sentence she begins seems to die on her tongue, the Ascended sagging once more against her desk and rubbing at her forehead. "Sorry, I imagine it must have taken a lot to come here to tell me." she murmurs, gesturing for him to go ahead and speak, if that's what he feels like he needs to do.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
