sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine "It's okay," Isla mumbles, even though it very much isn't, and she falls into step with Sunjata easily enough as they turn towards home. Feeling fresh tears wanting to well up in already sore, tired eyes, the Remedy pinches the bridge of her nose and forces a breath in, as if to make her pull herself together. "I... fuck. I know, Jata. I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling as if she's taken his company for granted all of a sudden. "I'm just so tired of being left behind, you know?" Left to carry the memories of those who had died or burdened her with them; Varus, Remi, even all the Ascended who had perished at the hands of the war or the sparkbird. "I guess you know how that feels too, though." He shoulders a similar burden with Nate, but - and it's unfair to think it, but here they are anyway - at least Nate isn't walking around, still, staring through Sunjata like they'd never met. "It was my fault, anyway. I could have just left - I didn't have to introduce myself to him."