ISLA
Isla folds instantly into Remi's arms, holding onto him tightly and burying her face against his chest. And before she knows it, all the panic and the upset and the anger is all pouring out, the medic crying hard into his shirt and shaking her head, as if trying to convey what she knows but he somehow doesn't understand. "It isn't safe, Remi. Not here, not anymore. Not around me," she tries, not that she parts from him even an inch.
She frowns despite herself when he speaks of Hotaru, sniffing and peering up at him, before the idea of hitting hm has yet more tears spilling over her cheeks. "I don't want to hit you," she complains, and it would be funny if it weren't such a complicated situation. "I love you. You're my best friend."
She frowns despite herself when he speaks of Hotaru, sniffing and peering up at him, before the idea of hitting hm has yet more tears spilling over her cheeks. "I don't want to hit you," she complains, and it would be funny if it weren't such a complicated situation. "I love you. You're my best friend."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
