and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
One thing he consistently can't remember is what the Hollowed Grounds looked like in their heyday, and what their name had been. The scenery is constantly mixed up with the Stormbreak of his childhood, until he can't tell one from the other, or if he's painting his memories in the familiar venues of Stormbreak. "Probably?" he offers quietly, unsure again. "For some reason this place is really difficult for me to remember." But it doesn't seem unreasonable that it was here."Well... You're both very passionate about what you're doing. You practically live here, don't you? You're curious, eager to learn, happy to help and share. In those ways you are quite similar." As if a little flustered by this comparison Aamu looks down at his hands. It is difficult to properly put into words, but he hopes she'll understand what he's getting at.
When she speaks of her Ascension Aamu feels another smile creep onto his face, another sense of relief blossoming in his chest. Not only that Isla likes her, but the fact that she sounds much the same. "That sounds like the Voice I remember," he says, the relief audible in his voice.
Aamu
