ISLA
"I threw a rock at him," Isla admits with a small smile directed into her empty glass, the Remedy rubbing at the back of her neck. Not expecting any of what she's said to be met with ideas, it's with complete surprise on her face that she glances back up at Flora, tilting her head a little. "I..." She doesn't know how to phrase it, at first, because the suggestions are those of the young and the fiery, and Isla is very much beaten by life nowadays.
"I could never," she says of forgetting Remi, sounding firm about that. "And I don't want to punish him. Even seeing those memories won't mean anything to him if he doesn't have those feelings any more." Shaking her head and feeling a little flustered, Isla swallows hard. "I told you it was a long story," she murmurs, as if to try and change the subject.
"I could never," she says of forgetting Remi, sounding firm about that. "And I don't want to punish him. Even seeing those memories won't mean anything to him if he doesn't have those feelings any more." Shaking her head and feeling a little flustered, Isla swallows hard. "I told you it was a long story," she murmurs, as if to try and change the subject.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
