LUDO
"Good," says Ludo, its eyes never leaving the demigod even as he conjures his illusion, mourns for it, misses it. "This has been a weakness of yours for far too long, and it almost cost you everything. Be careful where you place your sentimentality in future, sweetling." Already the illusion is fizzing away, like sand being blown across a dune."If it helps, I will fill the spaces she leaves with something better. Be still. This will hurt."
And this will hurt is likely the last that Remi will remember of this, in both words and in action. Ludo is petty and childish and whimsical in nature, so for it to deliver this punishment salvation so brutally, without so much as a quip or a joke, is only testament to its severity.
Isla is not wiped from Remi's memories - she is burned away, leaving the chasms where she dwelled raw and aching and empty. Not for long, though - the fire is not a metaphor, and it surges through Remi's body and soul, searing its way into the new space left in Isla's wake.
