still dancing on my own

His words are like a slap in the face - which is likely the very point - and Isla flinches back from them accordingly. She swallows the lump in her throat, no matter how her eyes still brim with tears, and she straightens up even if she can't look the alchemist in the eye any more. "A bit more care," she murmurs. "After everything I've been working towards literally burned down around me. After you killed the people I was fighting so hard to save, and you couldn't even see me to know I was there as well." She wipes at her eyes furiously. "Cal came back from Halo maybe three days ago. That's how long we've been 'together'. That's how long I've had to put things in the right order, while I've been treating patients from my living room. But I should have had a bit more care." She nods quietly. "Good to know. I'll work harder in future." Even if Remi isn't around to see it. "I'm not sure I need help with this any more. I'm sorry to waste your time." Isla the flesh is weak