[ The table leg gets flung away, and the sound of that makes Isaac start, makes him look up. He seems horribly confused to be let go. Startled, even.

.... slowly, he gathers himself up. Starts to rise. ]

... maybe, [ he says, real quiet. Killing him? ... who knows. They all want him gone, after all, so wouldn't it be...? He feels sick.

After a minute he's on his feet, sniffling just like he was when this all began, rubbing at his face. But: ]

You're wrong about one other thing. I didn't lose this fight, either. Not that you'd get why or anything, but Doorman'd... he'd... he'd be proud of me, so...

[ there's a long silence. then: ]

'm sorry.