Alpha Isaiah
If I do, I'm not better than her, and I'm no better than the rebels who have now been killed.
Isaiah stays silently, focusing on his wounds. He seems eerily calm, suggesting this isn't the first time he has killed someone. I can't help but watch him, as Elise hops down from where she was sitting on the bench, the morning sunlight washed over his wounded body. I want to talk to him alone, to understand what he is thinking, but I doubt I'll be able to with Elise here.
A knock on the door diverts all our attention, one of Isaiah's staff leaning in to speak to us. “Sir, your father is here.”
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