when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Unsure what Remi is laughing at, Isla can only tilt her head at him, but his smile is as contagious as it has always been and she finds one similar creeping across her face. "Do you think so?" she asks about Wessex, suddenly realising that she knows precious little about quite a few of the Ascended she will be effectively leading. "I haven't had the chance to speak to Sam about it. I don't... at least, I didn't think that sort of thing would be on people's mind." Who was special enough to Remi to be able to stick a knife between his ribs and have it count? Isla wrinkles her nose.
Scoffing, finally Isla wiggles her feet free of the sand and stretches them out. "It would matter to me," she tells him gently. "Fuck the war. It would matter to me if you died." Leaning back on her hands, she gazes across at Remi. "So you're going to be a father again, huh...?"
Scoffing, finally Isla wiggles her feet free of the sand and stretches them out. "It would matter to me," she tells him gently. "Fuck the war. It would matter to me if you died." Leaning back on her hands, she gazes across at Remi. "So you're going to be a father again, huh...?"
i could die
Isla
