when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla has never considered herself a monster to anyone, and although she knows in her medic's logical mind that it's true, that everything Varus is saying is true, her heart doesn't want to believe it. "I wonder if we'll ever get a break," she murmurs. For every suggestion and outcome, for every life imagined behind the barrier of the Hollowed Grounds, it's all just existing until they're either eradicated completely (likely) or they somehow come through this (doubtful).
"I love you, Varus," she says suddenly - blurts, rather, and it's not as warm or romantic or well planned as she would have liked it to be, but that doesn't make it any less true. Only once it's out in the open, she finds herself suddenly stumbling over any further words, unable to take it back or correct herself or... anything. Even to say it again.
"I love you, Varus," she says suddenly - blurts, rather, and it's not as warm or romantic or well planned as she would have liked it to be, but that doesn't make it any less true. Only once it's out in the open, she finds herself suddenly stumbling over any further words, unable to take it back or correct herself or... anything. Even to say it again.
i could die
Isla
