He wouldn't take very long to speak his next words, the answer also completely unsatisfactory. She'd growl, the attempt still pitiful but the message was clear that she was still not happy. "After leaving me alone to deal with this all on my own you want me to stay here now?" Isolde would cry, her emotions finally getting the better of her as she said the words she'd never meant to say. How could be be so absolutely clueless?
She'd glare at him as he blacked her way, and she would debate about going around him and continuing on her merry way. She had Othello waiting for her when she got home, a warm den and someone who knew how much she needed them. Someone who cared about her. Isolde had thought that someone was Soliloquy, and she's almost break as she thought of the way he'd hold her tenderly, or his prefect kisses he'd offer her in the mornings. Why had he, when responsibility called, left her and everything they had so easily?
"Speech"
