#very dead

But can't take hay fever tablets cus of my other meds

Izzie I- [his voice broke when he tried to speak]

[dammit sylvester- keep it together]

I'm sorry....

I'm sorry I put you in this position.

and- I'm sorry you never got to meet me

you only ever saw this... thing. I'm becoming. If we'd met sooner you wouldn't be here right now. I've have steered you far away from all this but I just- I couldn't.

I had to pull you straight into the deep end because I wanted to see how far you'd make it

I meant what I told you... that you were a natural when it came to the paranormal stuff.

And I saw two ways this was going to end

the first- you turn out like me. a servant of the eye. you were curious enough. but I never gave you much of an opportunity to go that route. my own impulses pushed you right towards the second

ending up dead at the time I was sure that without a guiding hand its what would happen. but as I made more progress I could see the path I was on clearer. Having someone so eager to learn and to rush headfirst into danger so available to me was very very bad for us both. I'm glad you never had to see what's going to happen from here on out, Isla. You were a good kid. and you should have listened when I told you to stay away. If Imogen hadn't killed you I was going to. Not... directly. But there'd come a day where you got into trouble, probably something I could have warned you about and didn't, and I would just watch what happens.

I guess that's happened today.

I'm sorry, Isla

I don't know how many more times I have to say it before it'll mean something... but I'm going to trust that if you have heard this, you know there was a time the apology would have held meaning. And I'm going to hope you don't ever forgive me.

goodbye...

[he let her limp hand slip out of his grasp as he stepped away. He didn't look back once he'd turned away and started walking back to Elias and Alex. He hoped they hadn't been watching, especially Elias. But he wasn't about to get those hopes up too high]

-@antiques-anon-tma

[he stares at the corpse. tries to imagine it waking up and walking it off, tries to imagine the sack of meat being her again.]

[they cannot. it is a sack of meat and organs and hair with cloth on it. they cannot connect the corpse on the stage with their friend.]

[they bury their face in his hands and sobs. he tugs at his hair, trying to feel something other than the overwhelming grief.]

[he really should’ve told izzie she was their friend.]

- @gerry-the-archivist