may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine "I know it is, but it's not real, remember. You've taken something that's making you see this. You're safe and in my office, okay?" It doesn't matter that she's repeating herself, Isla knowing better than to say something moronic like calm down or it's okay. Her free hand comes to hold the one he's convinced is covered in blood, and in the meantime Sunjata begins to speak. "A mansion?" Isla repeats, smiling softly. "I used to live in a mansion as well. Only for a little while, though, before I had to leave for the front." War did that sort of thing. "No neighbours, though? Not even one?" She probes further hoping to keep him talking about something more mundane than whatever trauma is currently plaguing him. "What does an Arbiter do?" she asks.