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Isla's smile breaks into something soft and sad, and she nods gently to Sunjata. "Yes, I can imagine that you are. But this isn't the same kind of cruel as you are probably used to. This is done out of love, and you won't have to do it for long." She hopes, anyway. Isla, of course, can only make assumptions and hope that she's right about the things she has observed between Nate and Sunjata. Either way, it has to be better than what they are currently going through. The conversation only seems to get darker, though, the medic staring down into the deep water alongside the Flood, and she nods again. "I know exactly how you feel," she murmurs. "But perhaps we can still figure it out. Something has to be possible, so long as we still want to try, right?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die