we all burn to the ground

Isla

"Sounds interesting, especially given how limited our feeling is to begin with," she says softly; as much as Isla enjoys this banter of theirs and as much as she wants to keep up the haughty act she's putting on, curiosity will always get the better of her. And she glances between both of his arms too, when he holds them up, resisting the urge to gather up a few more of her tools that she might be able to do a little more in depth analysis.

The whole three hundred years under a bush thing is enough to bring a laugh bubbling up in her throat, a silvery blush colouring her cheeks as she glances across at him. "Oh, alright. That's actually a very good point - sorry," she says, and she means it. Not only that - he makes a good point too, Isla nodding a bit. "Well, we'll see whether you accidentally ruined the ending first," she murmurs. "Do you want to borrow it after I'm done?"

sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything