Make me understand

Isla frowned gently as she listened to Remi speak, glancing down at her hands as if to try and put herself in Sam's position. Her objections lay hidden beneath her tongue and she refused to let them out. Because... she might not be able to feel in the traditional sense, but what she gained from losing that primitive sense was... infinitely better, in her opinion. She could scan her body for injury, for illness, for stress, without needing to feel the fatigue and pain of it. And if she wanted pleasure, well... She forced her gaze from where it had suddenly fallen upon Remi's neck, clearing her throat. "If I had not chosen it, I could see myself as a very desperately sad individual," she conceded with a nod. But you say he has been like this for years... I wonder, then, if he does not feel nostalgia rather than sadness? Would he even know how to cope with the everyday pain of being alive?" Sighing deeply, Isla shrugged her shoulders. "I wish I could help more, Remi. But unless I were truly in his position I don't think I could make a choice that is not tainted with my own bias. I could see Samuel saying it was worth it, however. Ultimately it... it is not our choice to make. Is it?" ISLA Hush now, I'm here