Isla
"As far as I am aware, we have been," Isla murmurs, nodding to Azrael and giving a frown that seems more sad than anything else. In fact, she is the only one who has been wandering the Greatwood as of late, she thinks, and it's explicitly been with Remi as a guide. "I suppose they just want to make it more official, with the war on its way." She sighs. Everything comes back to the war lately. Isla supposes it's only to be expected, but it doesn't make it any easier.
Azrael looks away and Isla finds herself glancing back at them on reflex, tilting her head. As she realises the cause of their concern, she can't help but smile, reaching out to pat their good arm. "No, I don't think she will hate you," she assures them. "I think Wessex means giving parts of ourselves up voluntarily, without being asked. If someone threatened you with harm if you didn't give a sample of your fluid, that's a bit different. I think your father would agree as well, right?"
Azrael looks away and Isla finds herself glancing back at them on reflex, tilting her head. As she realises the cause of their concern, she can't help but smile, reaching out to pat their good arm. "No, I don't think she will hate you," she assures them. "I think Wessex means giving parts of ourselves up voluntarily, without being asked. If someone threatened you with harm if you didn't give a sample of your fluid, that's a bit different. I think your father would agree as well, right?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
