when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Sniffling a bit, Isla still can't help but smile as she feels the press of his kiss against her skin, however muted it might be with their dulled senses. "I don't think many of them view us as a race any more," she admits. "Or even as people. It's easy to condemn us as other." She's frowning, too, as Cal continues, as he sits back a bit and Isla can peep up at him.
"The smartest thing we can do is stay put and stay safe," she mutters, "and no one seems very good at doing that. Sam, Adam, Bastien... and now whatever Edy and the others are doing." I don't even know if Isla is aware of that, actually. Still, she knows Cal has a point.
"We'll need to make this place into a fortress," she mutters. "People aren't going to stop coming after us. We need to make it more difficult for them."
"The smartest thing we can do is stay put and stay safe," she mutters, "and no one seems very good at doing that. Sam, Adam, Bastien... and now whatever Edy and the others are doing." I don't even know if Isla is aware of that, actually. Still, she knows Cal has a point.
"We'll need to make this place into a fortress," she mutters. "People aren't going to stop coming after us. We need to make it more difficult for them."
i could die
Isla
