ISLA
"Oh?" Isla is sure that she knew that about the Nightingale, but gods if the march of time and two deaths don't make a girl's memory a little hazy. Not to mention the whole war scenario. "I bet we'll have a good conversation tomorrow, then." Smiling, it surprises Isla that she's suddenly very much looking forward to it.
But, like Flora, the temperature of the conversation takes a solemn nosedive, but considering the subject matter, it only feels right. "Your twin," she whispers, not having realised Remi had gained two children as a result of his tryst with Hotaru. And had lost one. "Gods, I'm so sorry to hear that," she adds, and not just because it's polite. Theirs is a pain felt exquisitely in its similarity, such that the Remedy adds her own, "Stupid fucking war," in echo of Flora's sentiment.
"I didn't have anyone telling me how to grieve, luckily," she says, though her wry smile betrays her. I didn't have anyone at all, that's why.
But, like Flora, the temperature of the conversation takes a solemn nosedive, but considering the subject matter, it only feels right. "Your twin," she whispers, not having realised Remi had gained two children as a result of his tryst with Hotaru. And had lost one. "Gods, I'm so sorry to hear that," she adds, and not just because it's polite. Theirs is a pain felt exquisitely in its similarity, such that the Remedy adds her own, "Stupid fucking war," in echo of Flora's sentiment.
"I didn't have anyone telling me how to grieve, luckily," she says, though her wry smile betrays her. I didn't have anyone at all, that's why.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
