you're living make believe

REMI

the alchemist

I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide

"Isla." Setting down the bodies with infinitely more care now that there was time and space to give them the respect they deserved, Remi turns back toward his friend. Smoke clings to his curls and his skin is mottled with black ash, but he looks no worse for wear despite having been dropped into a burning room with the single goal of mercy killings. "Talk to me." He implores, unsure if the medic's succinct reply was because she was in shock or if she was merely being curt and logical.

Behind him the building continues to burn, smouldering from the inside out. The walls will still be there once the sun rises, but everything his friend has worked so hard to build—and rebuild—will once again be gone.

"I am so sorry...what...what happened here?" Only vaguely aware that the fae Nephele is still lingering, his question is nevertheless only directed at Isla.

That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown

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