we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla raises an eyebrow at his first couple of points, feeling vexed and understanding in equal parts, and she softens when Remi comes down to the reality of it all. "I appreciate it," she admits softly, scooting a little closer next to him and dangling her feet over the edge of the bridge as well. "I know it shouldn't make a difference, because it's still blood from an Ascended, but... thank you. For not using mine."
Swinging her legs a bit, she hazards a smile up at him. "Maybe it's because you haven't had someone around to tell you when you're being a shit," she says. "I should know, because I haven't had that either. And gods, I need it sometimes. I was on such a high horse whenever you came to talk about tHe wAR or the Ascended, and that wasn't fair of me. You're in just as difficult a position as I am."
Swinging her legs a bit, she hazards a smile up at him. "Maybe it's because you haven't had someone around to tell you when you're being a shit," she says. "I should know, because I haven't had that either. And gods, I need it sometimes. I was on such a high horse whenever you came to talk about tHe wAR or the Ascended, and that wasn't fair of me. You're in just as difficult a position as I am."
Isla
