you're living make believe

REMI

the alchemist

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

Remi was thinking much the same, and though Isla's door appears to be closed and nothing seems amiss, after the evening she's just had there's no reason to assume anything to be safe. "I think so." But he doesn't tell her to wait outside, doesn't tell her that he'll handle it. Isla is not weak regardless of how close to death she'd come tonight. 'Come on. Together.'

There is no one inside of course, but gods he almost wishes there was that he might have something upon which to release his pent up frustration. "Maybe some of your fingers could shoot water." Remi suggests with a low laugh. 'Or some sort of...coating that protects you from fire?'

Barking out an unexpected laugh of agreement, Remi's cheeks flush a touch guilty as he nods stiffly. "I always thought when the fighting started, it would be because I said it would. Or Ronin. Or Wessex. That we would all know where we stood. But...the Grounds were supposed to be safe for the ascended..."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!