we're always running scared but holding knives
"For the most part, I think. Alive, if not alright." For the most part. She'd hear more about that when she got back to the Grounds, little does she know. "But it's not really a surprise, I suppose. Things were hardly going to get better." For now she suspects they will rally further behind their defences - and the sooner those are complete, the better.
Lying through words while the truth shines out on one's face isn't really lying it at all, and Isla finds herself reaching out for Remi before she stops herself, leaving her hand ridiculously hanging in the air before it drops back to her side. "Oh, it... It doesn't matter either way," she mutters about the relic, shaking her head. "We have so few of them, I doubt it would have made a difference at this point." They are primed for slaughter, thereabouts.
"Were you meeting someone out here?" She gestures to his full basket. "I wouldn't want to take up your time."
Lying through words while the truth shines out on one's face isn't really lying it at all, and Isla finds herself reaching out for Remi before she stops herself, leaving her hand ridiculously hanging in the air before it drops back to her side. "Oh, it... It doesn't matter either way," she mutters about the relic, shaking her head. "We have so few of them, I doubt it would have made a difference at this point." They are primed for slaughter, thereabouts.
"Were you meeting someone out here?" She gestures to his full basket. "I wouldn't want to take up your time."
Isla
