when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Not long, he says, and Isla is in no position to guess at whether he might be lying or not. She's in no position to realise a lot of things, at first, too elated to be alive, to have found Remi on the outskirts of the Hollowed Grounds waiting for her and in one piece, to have been victorious even if winning didn't feel like winning. She finds herself draped up against him as she tries to centre herself, her smile brighter than the moon that isn't out.
"I'm alright," she assures him, laughter threading through her tone. "More than alright. I used the manticore, Remi - it was amazing. It was--" She forces herself to pause, her systems overloading with the amount of things she wants to say and to share - especially because it isn't all positive. "The Spark Bird came. It rained electricity down on the Grounds, everything caught fire. Gods, I have missed you this week." Remi would have known better what to do, how to react, where to go.
"I'm alright," she assures him, laughter threading through her tone. "More than alright. I used the manticore, Remi - it was amazing. It was--" She forces herself to pause, her systems overloading with the amount of things she wants to say and to share - especially because it isn't all positive. "The Spark Bird came. It rained electricity down on the Grounds, everything caught fire. Gods, I have missed you this week." Remi would have known better what to do, how to react, where to go.
i could die
Isla
