when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Oop, sorry." Isla grins, following his gaze over his shoulder as if trying to spot Ludo spooking around in the Feverlands as well. Remi's next question draws her attention back, though, and whilst she smiles, it's a nostalgic sort of expression. "And where would we go? Torchline is Safrin's, Stormbreak is impossible, and off the cards besides if what you just said about it is true." Fake flowers planted in stone are not how the medic likes to operate, however many medical advances the city might have.
"The Greatwood is the Greatwood - too many bridges burned there to ever try again. I suppose we could go to Halo, since it's still neutral territory, but..." She shakes her head. "No one really wants us, Remi." It's true, however sad it might be. "Once I imagined there could be peace between us all. I think I'm growing less naive by the day."
"The Greatwood is the Greatwood - too many bridges burned there to ever try again. I suppose we could go to Halo, since it's still neutral territory, but..." She shakes her head. "No one really wants us, Remi." It's true, however sad it might be. "Once I imagined there could be peace between us all. I think I'm growing less naive by the day."
i could die
Isla
