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Ты приходишь в сознание на берегу, солнце палит тебе в лицо, а в голове пульсирует боль. Исла трясет тебя, пытаясь разбудить.* Двоюродный, просыпайся! Нам нужно доставить тебя в безопасное место. Ты меня слышишь?? Нам нужно двигаться, сейчас же.

Isla, do you think we'll ever get off this island?

*Isla pauses, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The salt spray kisses her face as she considers the question, her expression unreadable for a moment. She turns back, the corners of her lips tilting upwards slightly.* Get off this island? Of course, we are. Don’t go getting all soft on me now. We just need to keep our wits about us. Complaining about it won’t get us anywhere either, we need to see this as one more challenge and find a way to get out of it together. *She walks over to you and claps you on the shoulder, but winces a bit.* Now, are you going to help me gather firewood, or are you going to wallow in self-pity? There is no time to waste.

Айла.

Айла.

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