whatever. They stand in stoic silence, one in front of the other. The tear stains are still wet on Isaac's cheeks, flush from the adrenalin and emotion still coloring them. The hard-headed stubborn determination, grief, rage. It's hard not to see the similarities, this close up—enough to make him want to leave, now. Forget this ever happened.
Then the damn stupid brat apologizes. He crosses his arms, fingers digging into his forearm. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Continued defiance at least would have been more familiar territory.]
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whatever. They stand in stoic silence, one in front of the other. The tear stains are still wet on Isaac's cheeks, flush from the adrenalin and emotion still coloring them. The hard-headed stubborn determination, grief, rage. It's hard not to see the similarities, this close up—enough to make him want to leave, now. Forget this ever happened.
Then the damn stupid brat apologizes. He crosses his arms, fingers digging into his forearm. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Continued defiance at least would have been more familiar territory.]
Tch.
It doesn't matter. I'm done in here, anyway.
[It's completely fucked??????? But okay???????]