…but I guess if they did, we wouldn’t have been born, huh?

Huh. Isopia had never considered their creation to be because of the failings of their parents. She assumed it was just ... necessary, just like gravity or bowel movements. But to think that their parents needed them put an interesting chink in Isopia's soon-to-be rebellion.

The nearly-shock and awe on Ros's face made Iso swell up slightly higher. Hubris was not an emotion that she felt often, but now, so soon after seeing Ros's mocking smirk, it made her feel even larger than she was (as if she needed the boost). It’s like…okay, yeah, we’re being driven crazy by something that feels absolutely wrong but what the fuck can we do about it? Isopia nodded as Ros reiterated the current state of affairs, deciding that her cousin's portrayal of it was exactly how it felt.

But then she had a rather odd thought.

"So ... They just left. Four corners of the world, four Gods, and poof. They just head off into the sunset, and we're left with this itching feeling-" Like someone paused a movie and there's static on the screen, but you can't un-pause it because the button is sticky with some soda you spilled on it last night but didn't bother to clean up and now you're fucked, staring at Willem Dafoe's half-smirking face on the screen. "-that only we seem to feel. No one else seems to have noticed. They are just going about their business like time hasn't just ceased to exist. So you know what we do?" Now Iso lowered her death-marked skull so that she could more easily peer into Ros's face. An eerie and confident smile parted her dark lips as she spoke. "We say no because it can't be real. How could it? Really? You think we just happen to be the only ones who noticed that the Gods just left? That they just paused our lives while they stepped out for a bite? I don't buy it. "

It's too bad Isopia didn't know what the Matrix was, because referencing Neo would have made things a whole lot more clear.

"This isn't real. It can't be. It doesn't make sense. This is just a dream, or a test ... maybe the Gods did this to see what we would do, to see how long we would scurry around like chickens or lemmings or sheep. But I'm done with this game. How about you?" She muttered again, her golden gaze refocusing with renewed confidence. "We have to wake up."