when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"I wish you could as well. I wish I could dream, or that you could be in the Grounds without being in danger." But it's the worst part of wishful thinking, and Isla buries her toes deeper into the sand. If her sense of feeling was as sensitive as a non-Ascended, it would start to feel cold and damp; alas, she doesn't appreciate any of that. And when he says it - I want everything - the flush to her cheeks isn't entirely unhappy, but she does understand the complications and impossibilities about it.
"I don't like it either," she mumbles. "But I don't think any of those things would be different if I hadn't accepted a leadership position. The Grounds are changing - everything is changing. And the more we try to hold on to the way things were, the more it hurts." Rubbing at her forehead, she manages a small smile up at him. "I still want you in my life, Remi. At least that hasn't changed between us."
"I don't like it either," she mumbles. "But I don't think any of those things would be different if I hadn't accepted a leadership position. The Grounds are changing - everything is changing. And the more we try to hold on to the way things were, the more it hurts." Rubbing at her forehead, she manages a small smile up at him. "I still want you in my life, Remi. At least that hasn't changed between us."
i could die
Isla
