[This was not the direction he had anticipated their conversation taking and it shows in the slight narrowing of his eyes and the tilt to his head, his eyes fixed on him. But before anything else, he huffs a laugh, an instinctual response to a situation that was uncomfortably unfamiliar.]
Sorry…? [He echoes almost incredulously, a bitter little smile on his lips as if it were a cruel joke. And in a way, it is, wasn’t it? Had he any sense of the pain he’d caused, fleeing without word and robbing him of his only companion? A loss that had precipitated his downward spiral into the maddened, fanatical devotion that had doomed him. Isaac swallows slowly and tenses his jaw, his tone wavering between amusement and accusation.]
...For what?
[Hector, aggrieved by those pangs of his conscience Isaac did not share in common, had had his reasons to flee -- but really, Isaac muses restlessly, what had he expected a creature as ruthless as Dracula to have them do.]
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Sorry…? [He echoes almost incredulously, a bitter little smile on his lips as if it were a cruel joke. And in a way, it is, wasn’t it? Had he any sense of the pain he’d caused, fleeing without word and robbing him of his only companion? A loss that had precipitated his downward spiral into the maddened, fanatical devotion that had doomed him. Isaac swallows slowly and tenses his jaw, his tone wavering between amusement and accusation.]
...For what?
[Hector, aggrieved by those pangs of his conscience Isaac did not share in common, had had his reasons to flee -- but really, Isaac muses restlessly, what had he expected a creature as ruthless as Dracula to have them do.]