Isla
"It's a plan." Isla murmurs with a smile - it's not a date because they're already on one, but it's certainly something to do with the rest of the night. Varus has turned up a starfish, a shell and a rock, and Isla has a tiny crab and a piece of driftwood to show for her search so far, and she takes a pause to listen as he explains. "That's... very sad, when you think about it," she admits, rising to her feet to move a little further into the Miana to take another look around.
"I have always found the Voice nothing but reasonable," she admits. "A little intimidating at first, but... I don't know. I always feel comforted when I see her. Like everything is in hand, like everything will fall into place in the end. I can understand some being put off or unnerved by it, but I suppose it's different for us, right?" Then, glancing down into the water, her eyes light up. "Oh, I think I found something."
"I have always found the Voice nothing but reasonable," she admits. "A little intimidating at first, but... I don't know. I always feel comforted when I see her. Like everything is in hand, like everything will fall into place in the end. I can understand some being put off or unnerved by it, but I suppose it's different for us, right?" Then, glancing down into the water, her eyes light up. "Oh, I think I found something."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
