But you don’t know! [its the contrarian olympics apparently!!!]
This ridiculous manor transported us here out of nowhere, even from— from wherever we were, yet you won’t entertain even the notion that this friend of yours could have survived? You’ll accept... this— [here, he curtly sweeps his hand over the room] —but not that?
[He nods once, and pushes off the armchair's side, coming back around to sit in the chair again, his expression taking on the same stoic, expressionless look, hiding the workings behind his eyes.
After a moment, he picks up the book again, and flips through to where he was. (page 145, chapter 36, "Airplanes: The Sky's The Limit")
Unless Isaac has anything else to say, tell him, or ask, he looks like he's... done??]
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You said you didn’t know how badly you hurt them.
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But the amount of power I used... there's... there's no way that he... I-I don't think he could have...
I really think he might be dead, [ he says, in this horrible small voice ]
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This ridiculous manor transported us here out of nowhere, even from— from wherever we were, yet you won’t entertain even the notion that this friend of yours could have survived? You’ll accept... this— [here, he curtly sweeps his hand over the room] —but not that?
Are you so eager to embrace their death?
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... slowly, without really thinking ]
He's ... my teacher.
[ ............
Isaac will look down, then away. He's pale, but ... quiet. ]
Of course not. [ this too is quiet, but also sort of tired. ] ... I don't know. But ... you're right. I won't know till I get back there.
[ He rubs his nose, and lifts his gaze to meet Asch's. There's a fire, there. An unwillingness to give.
It isn't Asch who lit this fire, but ... he may have helped stoke it. ]
's why my focus is on getting out of here, first and foremost.
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[He nods once, and pushes off the armchair's side, coming back around to sit in the chair again, his expression taking on the same stoic, expressionless look, hiding the workings behind his eyes.
After a moment, he picks up the book again, and flips through to where he was. (page 145, chapter 36, "Airplanes: The Sky's The Limit")
Unless Isaac has anything else to say, tell him, or ask, he looks like he's... done??]
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with a bit of an eyeroll and a mutter ]
Don't let me keep you.
[ he's just ............................. straight up gonna go, bye ]
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he flips a page
what the fuck is a space shuttle]