Isla
"You did come." Isla's smile to Locke is warm as she steps through from the infirmary to the temple shrine. Her voice remains hushed and respectful, having heard his prayer, and as she moves to join him, she sets down her own offering in the form of a few night-blooming flowers.
"I don't think the Voice likes this particular shrine very much," she says, "but with any luck she will hear you, and show herself." Straightening back up to stand beside Locke, she nudges him gently with her shoulder. "Though I am also curious to hear this proposition of yours."
"I don't think the Voice likes this particular shrine very much," she says, "but with any luck she will hear you, and show herself." Straightening back up to stand beside Locke, she nudges him gently with her shoulder. "Though I am also curious to hear this proposition of yours."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
