...Mostly. He was well on his way, figuring someone else could deal with Nate, but he hadn't traveled far enough to be out of earshot. He mainly ignored the yelling, but there was one particular insult that made him pause.
Someone speaking ill of Unitology... it was a breath of fresh air. Isaac knew, logically, that it could be an effort to lure him back in. He'd been lied to enough times before, but the seed of doubt had been planted in his mind, and now all he could think was what if I'm wrong.
God, he felt like throwing up.
Against his (possibly) better judgement, he turned back around, returning to Nate. "Hey. Hey!" Shit, shit, he wasn't screaming or flailing around anymore. Was he awake? Or alive? "What'd you call me?"
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...Mostly. He was well on his way, figuring someone else could deal with Nate, but he hadn't traveled far enough to be out of earshot. He mainly ignored the yelling, but there was one particular insult that made him pause.
Someone speaking ill of Unitology... it was a breath of fresh air. Isaac knew, logically, that it could be an effort to lure him back in. He'd been lied to enough times before, but the seed of doubt had been planted in his mind, and now all he could think was what if I'm wrong.
God, he felt like throwing up.
Against his (possibly) better judgement, he turned back around, returning to Nate. "Hey. Hey!" Shit, shit, he wasn't screaming or flailing around anymore. Was he awake? Or alive? "What'd you call me?"