My sweetest friend

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find Remi felt his heart lurch, and in turn his entire body began to tense. The muscles of his stomach shook as bile rose in the back of his throat. But this place was already desecrated enough. He'd not add his sick to it, however cleansing it might feel. Clutching at Isla, he stroked the slick ascended-blood bits of it, dry sobs fluttering through him painfully. "And...is there no way to bring her back? If she is...if she is just.." The light was green. Green meant everything was alright. 'Please." Remi begged, turning to face the god in the body of his friend. His fingers coiled around the lifeless body in his arms as he stared at the not-quite living one before him. Even in the dark Remi's pale eyes shone with hope. "Please. All my memories, all my...anything. Please." The light was green. There had to be a chance.