Isla
"Then perhaps it was practical," Isla muses as she works. "Delegation is a practical thing to do, no?" She smiles across at him, subconsciously trying to cheer him up. Aamu, far from being the mercurial, ethereal saviour that Isla had seen leading them back towards salvation, has proven himself more gentle and empathetic than the medic could have thought possible. He reminds her of Sam, in some ways. "You are?" She wonders how many must have regretted their decision, to make him sound so relieved. It isn't her place to ask, though.
Isla freezes, visibly dumbfounded to hear that he does remember. Not only that, but he knew the Voice before she was the Voice. Her jaw drops and she can't help the smile creeping across her face. "Wow," she breathes. "That's amazing. Are you... I mean, what was she like, back then? Do you think she remembers that you were friends?"
Isla freezes, visibly dumbfounded to hear that he does remember. Not only that, but he knew the Voice before she was the Voice. Her jaw drops and she can't help the smile creeping across her face. "Wow," she breathes. "That's amazing. Are you... I mean, what was she like, back then? Do you think she remembers that you were friends?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
