you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine Remi isn't wrong there, and Isla nods to him as they meander back to her place. It isn't far until they come across the little house with the cheerful green door, and their topic of conversation has her faltering in a way she's never done before. "Do you think we should check it, before we go in?" Paranoia is not a feeling Isla is used to, and she doesn't like it. She doesn't like the idea of burning to death either though, in fairness, but she can still appreciate Remi for telling it like it is. "Maybe less surveillance then, and more fireproofing, or shielding?" she suggests, hating that they have to have this conversation but appreciating Remi all the more for being there. "Gods... I didn't think this would be the future, when I came back," she admits. "Or at least I thought there'd be a little more time."