all of the strangers are gone

Between us is fast becoming a staple in Isla's life, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't grateful for it, that she hasn't started to rely on it since that stormy night on the Last Step. That sentiment stays caged behind her teeth, though - she's already got enough baggage to sink a ship without adding this on top. Speaking of, one of those heaviest items is already coming to rear its ugly head again. Sunjata might wince, but Isla appreciates the bluntness, smiling across at him. "It's true," she says, gazing down at her hands, flexing her fingertips until they shimmer with the razor tips of scalpel blades. "I suppose it's the prospect of moving on, maybe." Blinking quickly, she dismisses her upgrade with a soft shake of her hands. "As an Ascended I can just exist, you know? And if I ever get fed up of that, I can just... end it, and I don't think anyone would care. This would be agreeing to keep going. And what if this new goddess ends up pulling us into another war to be on the wrong side of?" She's rambling now, her smile curling into something more apologetic. "Sorry. I don't mean to be morose," she mumbles. "I've just done nothing for so long, doing anything else feels scary." ISLA