ISLA
"I mean... what do I do? Ask Ludo to give him his memories back?" Isla laughs humourlessly. "If Remi had wanted to remember me, he would have found a way." That's the conclusion she's come to, anyway. "He'd have written himself something, or he'd have left some stupid riddle for himself to follow, but he'd have done it. The fact that he hasn't is..." Her eyes harden somewhat, then, the Remedy chasing a drop of condensation down her empty glass with her fingertips.
"It isn't my wrong to right," she mutters eventually, which is exactly as nihilistic as it sounds, but there's only so much battering a person can take. And Isla thinks she's bruised enough for the three lifetimes she's led so far. "But thank you, for what it's worth. I guess I'll just have to see what happens, from here." It's not like she'll struggle to settle anywhere she goes. Doctors are always in high demand, after all.
"It isn't my wrong to right," she mutters eventually, which is exactly as nihilistic as it sounds, but there's only so much battering a person can take. And Isla thinks she's bruised enough for the three lifetimes she's led so far. "But thank you, for what it's worth. I guess I'll just have to see what happens, from here." It's not like she'll struggle to settle anywhere she goes. Doctors are always in high demand, after all.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
