ISLA
Isla sits, and she listens, and if she'd thought there was a lot to digest with the letter, it's nothing compared to this. "I haven't had the chance to disperse much information," she says; between the timing of Aurelia's arrival and Wessex's return, it's been a whirlwind. Letting her head sink into her hands as if this might help, she has to wait for the ringing in her ears to die back before she speaks again.
"We should look in that notebook. If that's what you say it is, this could be a turning point for us," she says, dropping her hands and blinking a couple of times to clear her gaze. "You said that there were others in Stormbreak and on the ship. Do you know what happened to them? Are they dead? Are they still in Stormbreak?" That's the first thing to deal with.
"We should look in that notebook. If that's what you say it is, this could be a turning point for us," she says, dropping her hands and blinking a couple of times to clear her gaze. "You said that there were others in Stormbreak and on the ship. Do you know what happened to them? Are they dead? Are they still in Stormbreak?" That's the first thing to deal with.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
