even if i come back, even if i die, is there some idea to replace my life?
"Oh the usual. How hard it is to tell your screams from your lovers given how girlish your voice seems to go... how quickly they all seem to leave your room." She pauses, unease giving away to idle babble. "Though I suppose there's nothing much of you to cuddle afterwards."
Raising a brow at this, the illusionist tried on a casual shrug but it hardly hid the distress she felt at hearing this. "One might think the captain would strategically pick his crew, then." She said defiantly, eyeing the empty sails.
"Oh absolutely." Eloise chimed back. "Only thing is, I suppose you'd have to learn how to read and write first." He could, she knew he could, but as blackness enveloped the bottom of the ship and the easy ocean-blue waters seemed far too far away from them, she found her wit slipping away.
Raising a brow at this, the illusionist tried on a casual shrug but it hardly hid the distress she felt at hearing this. "One might think the captain would strategically pick his crew, then." She said defiantly, eyeing the empty sails.
"Oh absolutely." Eloise chimed back. "Only thing is, I suppose you'd have to learn how to read and write first." He could, she knew he could, but as blackness enveloped the bottom of the ship and the easy ocean-blue waters seemed far too far away from them, she found her wit slipping away.
