[It's one of the few rare moments of peace Isol can remember having since he arrived. He forgets about everything weighing on him. The reasons why he came here, and why they should be doing more than sitting in silence. He would be happy to watch this snow until it slowed and stopped. He could fall asleep, comfortable and happy, and maybe, finally, have a dreamless sleep.
But lately, it seems like someone wants to make sure that doesn't happen.]
Y-yeah.
[What else is there to say, now that it comes down to it? He thinks of the conversation they had when Sunny arrived.
What do we do?
He knows, this time.]
Grit... I want to help them. But I'm- [His voice pitches and then drops.] I'm afraid, too. Not of them-
[Of me. What I did, for them. What I could do.
Of what it could mean to come face to face with a past he had tried to put behind him.]
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But lately, it seems like someone wants to make sure that doesn't happen.]
Y-yeah.
[What else is there to say, now that it comes down to it? He thinks of the conversation they had when Sunny arrived.
What do we do?
He knows, this time.]
Grit... I want to help them. But I'm- [His voice pitches and then drops.] I'm afraid, too. Not of them-
[Of me. What I did, for them. What I could do.
Of what it could mean to come face to face with a past he had tried to put behind him.]