when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla's instant no is on the tip of her tongue, but as with all of Remi's remarks this evening, she takes it in for a second time, lets it sink in, and finds an ugly grain of truth to it. Only a grain, though. "I don't think it was all we ever had. I just think it dwarfed everything else." Every interesting conversation, every curiosity, every mystery begging to be solved with research; it had all fallen by the wayside in the name of sex and physicality.
Unable to help herself, she scoffs out a laugh to hear his imaginary introduction. "Well, when you put it like that," she says, letting her toes pop back up where they've been buried in the sand. "Hi, Remi. I'm Isla. I feel like I know you better than I know myself, and yet I am inevitably going to end up on the opposite side of a war to you, and you might find yourself killing me in the future. But that's okay, because I can also kill you, and a lot of the people on this side of the war would really like it if I did. Nice to meet you."
Blowing a lock of hair out of her face, she tilts her head across at him. "How's that for starting over?"
Unable to help herself, she scoffs out a laugh to hear his imaginary introduction. "Well, when you put it like that," she says, letting her toes pop back up where they've been buried in the sand. "Hi, Remi. I'm Isla. I feel like I know you better than I know myself, and yet I am inevitably going to end up on the opposite side of a war to you, and you might find yourself killing me in the future. But that's okay, because I can also kill you, and a lot of the people on this side of the war would really like it if I did. Nice to meet you."
Blowing a lock of hair out of her face, she tilts her head across at him. "How's that for starting over?"
i could die
Isla
