Isaac whirled around on Nate like a snarling animal. There was something furious and desperate about the way he glared at him, not unlike agitated, cornered prey ready to fight to the death. "I don't know what kind of shit you're playing at-" He nearly felt a twinge of guilt; it seemed wrong to spit fire at someone in such pitiful shape, someone whose begging sounded almost honest, but there had to be something shady behind this.

First the Ishimura, now the Sprawl? That wasn't a coincidence. He didn't know who Nate was working for or how he'd ended up so injured, and he didn't care. This was bullshit.

Nevertheless, much to his own disgust, he took the bait. "Good luck finding them, since the Sprawl's fucking gone, and all." Trying to pit Isaac's own empathy against him- what a cheap move. Again, he turned away, taking off once more. "Just stay the fuck there, I'll send someone to you."