Isla
"It's all really so black and white to you isn't it? I didn't kill you in Stormbreak when the Voice was right there in my head. I know, because I do remember it," she snaps at him. "But it's either I forget her or she kills me, or I make her forget me and she kills me. Gods, you're so selfish." The words spill out now without her even giving them a chance to sit behind her teeth, and as he continues, gods, it doesn't even get to levity before she's whirling around to glare at him.
"You," she hisses, "have no idea what you have done to me. What this war did to me. You think I've had a happy life, since you forgot who I was?" Isla swipes at her eyes, angrier now for getting angry in the first place, and she stutters in a long breath and forces it to sit there in her lungs, until she's sure she can control the flow of her words.
"Just... go," she mumbles. "Just go. This isn't helping anyone."
"You," she hisses, "have no idea what you have done to me. What this war did to me. You think I've had a happy life, since you forgot who I was?" Isla swipes at her eyes, angrier now for getting angry in the first place, and she stutters in a long breath and forces it to sit there in her lungs, until she's sure she can control the flow of her words.
"Just... go," she mumbles. "Just go. This isn't helping anyone."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
