Isla opens her eyes, frustration eating away at her as questions no one seems to have an interest in answering fill her mind.
'Where am I'?
'How is this possible'?
'Do gods exist'?
'Do they know what I did'?
The memories of Standish's body being ripped apart are still ripe in her mind.
His muffled screams before he lost too much blood still haunt her, along with every other person she put down.
'For freedom' the two words ring like a bell that clears the fog, but the silence always returns.
With it come the memories of a violent past, and worries of her clouded future.
Keeping her from her meditation.
"What happened"? Yuit asks in between sips of shoo soup.
He woke up without a worry after sleeping for two days and has been eating ever since.
Islas frustration threatens to boil over.
He asks her questions as if she is keeping secrets from him, reminding her of her own ignorance.
