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Rebuild and Rehab - Mentality
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Post by darkblade on Jan 17, 2018 0:38:47 GMT
Branch of Rebuild and RehabWell, this was an awkward tone shift: one moment, Luke and Iko were considering just how much the feline was going to charge them this time, and the next, two emergency room patients were carted by, and suddenly the Digimon and Tamer pair were left in a rather tense waiting room. Honestly, if it was just those two patients, Luke and Iko would have already left: they could have always come around for the bill later, and honestly the feline would likely just prefer them out of their hair.
Unfortunately, they couldn't do that. Not with the unconscious Impmon resting on the chair next to Iko.
"Holy hell... what the frick happened to them?" Luke's voice was still stunned: on the opposite side of the imp, Luke took a concerned look at the pained Impmon. Honestly, was this the best place to drag all three of them? "And why here, and not Whitewater Medical-"
"Probably because there's less questions." Iko cut off Luke with a sigh, shaking his head. "At the very least, we can't just leave the kid here. Might as well stick around until he comes to. Tch... whatever monster managed to get to them must have been a doozy."
"No kidding." Luke sighed, shaking his head. At the very least, Isaac didn't look like he was traveling alone - it just seemed like an unfortunate accident.
Elliot and Isaac Sunderland
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 18, 2018 2:13:34 GMT
It seemed like Isaac's current unconscious condition was going to be a major pain in the ass to shake off. He hadn't moved a single muscle, even after being roughly handled from the Dark Area to here by a rather vengeful Greymon. Even now that he was here in the medical center, being stared at intently by a group of concerned onlookers, he didn't even seem to bat an eye in reaction. He simply laid there on the floor, only his shallow yet even breaths proof that he was alive right now.
With the benefit of closer examination, it was clear that Isaac wasn't exactly as healthy as his tranquil rest indicated. His leathery purple skin had failed somewhat, a few darkened veins standing out especially by comparison. His chest was heaving quite a bit, as if even breathing was giving him major issue. Even the smiley face emblazoned on his chest looked like it was in pain, eyes squeezed shut in consternation. There was no way Isaac could have been having a good time right now.
Thankfully, the Impmon's silence would stop soon. Unfortunately, what replaced it was probably worse. Isaac's eyes shot open, and like a wild animal possessed he charged towards the corner of the room on all fours. He fumbled around for a garbage can, desperately pawing until his hands finally seized what he was looking for.
That's when he started to retch, any sight or smell thankfully masked by Isaac's distance from Luke and Iko. His entire body seemed to shake between hurls, and the poor thing had to sit splayed on the floor because he couldn't even find the strength to stand.
And to think, this was before he even knew what he had done.
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Post by darkblade on Jan 18, 2018 3:52:12 GMT
For Iko, at least, the abnormalities on the Impmon were plain as day.
Though it didn't take a skilled Digimon to figure that Isaac was suffering. Between his labored breath, clearly pained expression, and the 'off' look on the imp's skin, he was a sight for sore eyes. It was both saddening and frustrating: despite the three of them being in a medical facility, there was really nothing they could do for him. Heck, even touching or trying to further move the imp seemed like a bad idea.
So, for quite a while, the two waited in silence, occasionally giving Isaac a glance just to check that he was still... well, 'there'. Thankfully, the state didn't last too horribly long, as Isaac's eyes shot open, and he tensed up, like a feral beast! Had he gone wild?
"W-whoa, careful there! Iko, what's-" Luke's panicked expression was halted, as he spotted Iko frustratingly gripping the bridge of his nose. A moment later, a glance towards the imp explained the panicked motion, and...
Oh yeah, that did not look good. Luke recoiled a bit himself, as Iko averted his eyes. Briefly, he stepped off to the side, quietly opening the door to the bathroom on the far wall. Soon, the wolf settled a bucket next to Isaac. It seemed better than climbing over the taller garbage can every time, right?
"Luke, go around the corner to that shop. Just bring back a bunch of water, sports drinks... whatever."
"Yeah, alright. I'll just be back in a few, then." The student gave a nod, quickly making his way out, as Iko carefully sat next to him.
"It's alright, you're at Mikemon's." Iko gave a nod, calmly speaking to Isaac: "What hurts the most, right now?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 9, 2018 2:47:55 GMT
Isaac flopped over like a dying fish, moving from garbage can to bucket. Honestly, he didn't even know what he was retching up. Did Digimon even have puke? Did Digimon even have bodily fluids? Now was not the time to debate digi-biology, though. Now was the time to feel like total shit! Mikemon had warned him that the pills would hit hard if they wore off in any form besides Impmon form, but he didn't realize that it would be like this. Hell, he didn't realize that degenerating forcibly would also cause the corruption to hit him like a brick. Why did he even degenerate, anyway? How did he even get here? There were a million and one questions, and Isaac was peering into this bucket full of digipuke as if it would have the answers to all of them.
He heard a question. Iko? What was he doing here? And why did he have to ask about pain, because it seemed like him asking that reminded every cell of Isaac's body that they were on fire. Isaac tried his best to speak between retches, stammering out something somewhat resembling a complete sentence.
"I-" Retch.
"EV-" Retch.
"EVER-" Retch.
"EVERYTHING!" And that was the sound of Isaac letting it all out. Some people may have noted that Impmon were rather catlike, but nowhere was it more true than in the "hairballs" Isaac was currently choking out. Finally, though, he seemed to be done. He took a few shaky steps away from the bucket, slumping against the garbage can and letting out a defeated groan.
"What even happened? My head's on fire," he complained, still working up the strength to at least give Iko a polite wave.
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Post by darkblade on Feb 9, 2018 5:06:33 GMT
Yes, Isaac, they did... and boy, was the Impmon getting a first-hand lesson in that. With Luke making his way around the block, the wolf was left to watch over this retching imp. Right now, he took care not to touch Isaac, but the Ankomon did at least hold the bucket steady, to stop the desperately-leaning rookie from tilting it back over his own head.
It was hard to see Isaac like this, but right now, it couldn't be helped. The answer to Iko's question was made between labored breaths... and as Isaac finally gave his answer, Iko gave a wince, averting his gaze from, well, that. Oh... oh jeez... Briefly covering his nose with his free hand, Iko would keep that bucket steady, until the Impmon finally fell back, leaning pathetically against the garbage can. He'd gone right back to his exhausted state, likely not able to even stand on his own.
"Heck if I know what happened." Carefully, the wolf would walk over, and move the Impmon from the floor to one of the waiting room's chairs. Like this, he was able to get a better look at his frame: the weird mark on his stomach switched over to a frown, the ragged state of his fur... and an Impmon's eyes were supposed to be green, right? "But it can't be anything good, if your eyes ended up orange, of all things." Iko sighed, taking a seat one to the right of Isaac. "I don't know anything yet. You and a Patamon were dragged in with two hurt-looking humans, and Mikemon dragged them both off to the back before we could ask what was going on."
That was all Iko knew, but at the very least? "You'll be fine here. Sleep, drink, and keep the bucket nearby. Luke'll be back soon." He gave a chuckle, and a light tap atop Isaac's head. "... Yup, you're running hot - a-anyway, anything you feel ya need?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 10, 2018 5:24:22 GMT
"My . . . eyes?" Isaac asked, clearly dazed. He flopped himself around so he could get a good look at himself in the reaction of the garbage can. Sure enough, reflected in its porcelain surface, he could make out hazy orange blobs where hazy green ones should have been. "That can't be good," he muttered, more to himself than Iko. Orange eyes sounded cool on paper, but they seriously weren't all they were cracked up to be. It honestly looked more like rust than anything else. The only saving grace to this gross tone was that they didn't have the harsh pink color of the D-Reaper. That would've been seriously bad.
Without anything else to do but look at his eyes, he had little choice but to listen to Iko's explanation. The bad news was that Iko had no idea what he was doing here. The worse news was that Isaac did. There were two humans with him before. Now, he was hearing that both came in badly injured.
His eyes snapped open wide as he realized that he had failed.
"No," he said, softly. Every muscle in his body hurt right now, but by angling his tail and pushing his hand against the ground he was able to at least rise onto his feet. "I need to check on them," he said, ducking a little to try and dodge whatever attempt Iko would make at restraining him. "Damnit, I need to see them! Now!"
His body didn't agree. Isaac's legs gave way underneath him the second he took a step forward, almost splaying out as Isaac tumbled down. He caught himself with a desperate thrust of his palms, face barely an inch away from the floor. Then his arms, too, gave way, leaving Isaac lying on the ground in a heap.
And yet he was still defiantly undulating to the door. What a trooper.
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Post by darkblade on Feb 10, 2018 6:09:50 GMT
Well, Isaac knew something that Iko didn't, that was certain. Almost as soon as those words were in the air, the Impmon's eyes widened in stark realization, their sickly orange color left wide open like plates. With one word, he tried to stretch himself out, to the door - what, now? "H-hey, I don't know what's going on," Iko tried to put his palm against Isaac's chest to keep him against the chair - only to have the Impmon duck him, "But you just can't right now!"
It was clear that Isaac was upset, and logic wasn't being his friend right now. Hurt as he was, though, the wolf couldn't just let the imp rush into one of those rooms - what if something important was going on, and Isaac ended up screwing up an operation? Thankfully, the Impmon pathetically flopped onto the ground, still trying to crawl his way to the door.
To which Iko would try and grab around his ribs, to hoist him up, and hold him tight in one arm. "Try and use that blinking trick and I won't hesitate to yell in your ear to stop it," Iko warned, rather pointedly. "Those two aren't going anywhere, not for a while. Just trust Dr. Mikemon."
Amidst this entire scene, Luke finally had made his way back, a sagging plastic bag full of sports drinks, water-bottles, and anti-nausea pills hanging from his right hand. Having seen about half of that, he gave a sigh. "Think you can be a little less rough with him?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 10, 2018 6:31:08 GMT
Isaac squirmed in Iko's grip. Or, at least, he tried to. With how much firm contact with anything hurt Isaac's body, he had to keep his wiggles to a tragic minimum. "Just try and stop me!" he half-groaned, half-challenged. Judging by the fact that he was now putting up as much resistance as a dead frog, Iko had already tried and succeeded.
Trusting Dr. Mikemon was a novel concept, though. Isaac huffed a little in displeasure at the mention, his puffed-out cheeks looking rather ridiculous in his current form. "I trusted him, alright," Isaac said. "And the pills he gave me to make sure my higher forms didn't get corrupted didn't even work. I could feel the Reaper gnawing at my mind and they hadn't even been in my system for 5 minutes yet!" He sighed a little after his little outburst. "I know, I know. All this Reaper stuff's really complicated. But else how am I supposed to feel? He told me to use them in case of emergency, and all they did was make the emergency worse."
They probably did, right? Everything went black, and then he wakes up in the hospital hearing about two hurt humans. His goal was supposed to be no hurt humans, darnit! He could understand Alicia, with whatever the heck happened to her, but Mitsuko? How? Why? Who the hell would hurt Mitsuko, of all people?
He turned to look up at Luke, trying and failing to call up a weary smile. "He knows I'm bolting for the door the second he lets go," Isaac said. "Can't say I blame him."
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Post by darkblade on Feb 10, 2018 7:26:33 GMT
"Oh, don't tempt me, kid." To Isaac's threat, the Ankomon gave a flick to the back of his head with a single finger. Clearly, the Impmon was letting out frustrated bluster... something that was made all the more clear, as he started ranting about Dr. Mikemon treating the two girls.
Listening for several seconds - about how the pills didn't work, about how the D-Reaper was crawling at the back of his mind - Iko couldn't help but give a sigh. Isaac tried to walk it back with explaining that the D-Reaper was a complicating factor, but the wolf was ready to -
- ... Wait. "'All they did was make the emergency worse'?" That was definitely an interesting choice of words, but if that was the case, then the reason the two humans were currently in so much danger was because of Isaac's own form? Ugh, this wasn't the time for this kind of thinking! Shaking that thought out of his head for now, Iko made Isaac a promise:
"We'll give Dr. Mikemon a piece of our mind later. And later, you'll get all the time in the world to figure out just what happened by talking to those two. But right now, the cat and the bug are the best shot they have. So before you rush in there and make someone slip with their knife or something worse, I need to promise that you won't bolt for it. Got it?" Iko's tone was firm, bordering on fierce, for that bit. He softened, a bit: "I know its hard. I'm pissed at him, too."
"... That aside..." Luke took the seat next to Iko, briefly offering a drink for the Impmon. "Of what you know, how did this all start?" Did Isaac know that much, at least?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 10, 2018 7:47:51 GMT
Iko probably didn't expect his little flick to get that much of a reaction, so it was probably a huge surprise when Isaac let out a shuddering wince of pain. "Ow!" he yelped, trying to wiggle an arm out of Iko's grip to rub the back of his head. "Jeez, I don't even think you were trying with that one . . ." Isaac muttered. If it hurt this bad, how much did he just mess himself up? Maybe he really should have taken Iko's advice and rested.
At Iko's question, Isaac shook his head. "It's a long story," he said. "I'll explain in a bit. My head's kinda swimming here." At least it wasn't swimming too badly for Isaac to hear Iko out, though. He nodded as he listened to each of the wolf's points, not putting up nearly as much resistance as he had before. What was he supposed to do? Dr. Mikemon probably was Alicia and Mitsuko's best hopes, just like how he was also Isaac's. He sure as hell wasn't perfect, but he was at least helping make a difference. That was more than Isaac could say about his own luck so far.
With Luke, too, asking about how things started off, Isaac took a deep breath. "So I was in the Dark Area, looking for my next spirit," he started. "And god knows why, but one of my friends was there. Mitsuko, the white haired one. And while she's minding her business there, this giant, horrifying cybernetic dragon attacks her. Now, you know me. I'm not just going to let a friend get hurt. Especially when there's something, anything I can do about it. But the power coming off of that dragon was insane. I knew there was no way NeoDevimon could stand up to it. Not without some help.
Remember those pills Mikemon gave me? The ones he said would stabilize my form? I figured if I didn't at least try using them, Mitsuko would've been in some really deep trouble. So I took the pill and got back to Devidramon, so I could at least go toe to toe with this thing. It was a brutal as hell fight, but I knew I'd be able to save the day. I mean, I had to, right?
Then Mitsuko told me that this dragon was actually Alicia. The redhead, and a really close friend of mine." Isaac paused, swallowing a little. "And you have no idea how much that threw me off. I could've fought a monster to the bitter end if that's what it took. But Alicia? How the hell was I supposed to even think about hurting her? I was furious that this happened to her, and terrified of hurting her, and terrified of Mitsuko getting hurt, and I was so scared that I couldn't even breathe, and everything felt so hot, and . . . "
He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to blink back tears. "And then I woke up here," he said, voice dulling to a flat, neutral tone. "I don't remember a thing that happened after blacking out. But . . . if they got hurt this badly, then I failed, didn't I? Either I wasn't strong enough, or whatever the hell I did just made things worse. And I can't even remember what happened, so how the hell do I even start to make up for it?"
Isaac's entire body was practically shuddering from terror by now, and he was blinking back tears so hot that they were almost steaming off of his face. Clearly, the poor kid was sitting on the cusp of a breakdown.
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Post by darkblade on Feb 11, 2018 0:17:55 GMT
"... Honestly, I wasn't really trying." Iko let out that little admission, at least allowing the Impmon enough movement to scratch the back of his head. Still, the Ankomon wasn't about to let out an apology, at least not yet.
Fortunately, the Impmon seemed to understand Iko's points, now that he had a moment to breathe and listen to him. Once he was sure that Isaac understood what he was saying, the Ankomon would slowly let the Impmon down into the seat next to him. If he could help it, it would be better for Isaac to be able to rest, rather than be restrained by Iko's frame. That said, if Isaac tried to make his way to the door, he wouldn't hesitate to pluck him up again.
Right now, though, it was time to listen, Iko giving a slight groan as he heard the story started in the Dark Area. Of course, he needed to get his next spirit if he was ever going to retrieve his D-Tector or return to being a human, but it sounded like he made the trek alone. His expression changed, though, as he heard the next bit: all Isaac wanted to do was protect a friend, from a giant, rampaging metallic dragon.
Who turned out to be another one of Isaac's friends. It threw the Impmon off, and before he knew what had happened, he'd woken up in this waiting room. "... If I understood the cat right, the Demon Pills were meant for emergency access to the forms. The Doctor never advised using anything less than 'all the force you can'." If that was the case, the pills definitely weren't meant for anything with subtlety, and when it turned out he needed to also save the one he was fighting, well, it made at least partial sense why he blacked out.
Luke, seeing Isaac's trembling state, knelt down in front of the Impmon. Just... just what could he say? "There might be no way to tell, but you had to have done something right. After all, all three of you made it back here, right? Who knows how bad it would have been if you hadn't used the pill at all?"
It was an interesting point, but maybe not one he would have been overly receptive to, at the moment. Carefully, Iko reached over, resting a hand on the Impmon's back. The wolf really couldn't think of another word at this point, so he simply gave the Impmon a nod: "It's been a long day. Honestly, I'm just glad to see you're alright. I'm sure everyone'll be questioning themselves about this."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 11, 2018 8:24:05 GMT
"Knew it," Isaac grumbled, rubbing the back of his head in a mix of frustration and embarrassment. In his current state, Isaac was fairly sure that a particularly determined In-Training could kick his ass. "Wish I knew what the heck Mikemon put in this stuff to give them so much kick. Pretty sure I'm gonna be feeling this for, like, at least another week." Maybe he'd luck out and that wouldn't be the case, but "floored" didn't even being to describe Isaac right now.
At least now Isaac could properly sit. He sank into the chair that Iko put him into, legs dangling off the end as he basically smooshed 99% of his body in the corner between the seat and back. It was almost like watching a human trying to melt. How tired was Isaac right now if that was his current state of mind?
He nodded as Iko described Mikemon's intent behind the demon pills. "I did!" Isaac protested. "I could've gambled with Orochimon if I was trying to finesse it. He's at least somewhat stable. But I knew I had to go right to Devidramon if I wanted to stand a chance against Alicia. He's been my strongest, most reliable form since I found him. Although . . ." Isaac pondered. Was there really another?
"When Elliot and I were trying to escape, we were able to access something stronger. Some sort of dragon knight, more powerful than anything we've become before." Isaac explained. "Whatever it was, it wasn't Dualdramon, Devidramon and Gargoylemon's usual fused form. But if we reached a new form together, did that mean I had another form I could've tapped into? I . . . god, I don't even know." Could Isaac have averted all of this if he had dug just a little deeper? Or would trying to pull out a form he had never used before meant all sorts of unintended consequences? He couldn't imagine how he would've felt if he tried to summon a new form into existence and instead accomplished nothing but bringing the D-Reaper back into this world.
At least Luke was optimistic about this. Isaac felt a clutching in his chest, but he still forced a small smile. "Yeah . . ." he said, even if in his current state of guilt he was having a lot of trouble fully internalizing that. "Alicia was out for blood that day, and she's strong enough when she's holding back. I don't know if Mitsuko would've been okay at all, especially since she got ambushed. But . . . even if it's a little better, I feel like there's still so much more I could've done. There had to have been, right?"
Isaac sighed at Iko's attempt at kind words. "I wish I felt alright," he admitted. "About any of this."
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Post by darkblade on Feb 12, 2018 5:02:30 GMT
"Well... considering that Mikemon called the pills 'poison', that probably gives a good hint about what went in them." Of course, Iko didn't know the specifics, but he could at least guess. The pills had the ability to allow a Digimon to access their higher forms - and use them effectively - but at a great cost. Perhaps it was something that accelerated the data use at the Digimon's core? Come to think of it, how did the Doctor even know how to make something so potentially destructive?
That was a thought for another time, though: as Isaac protested that he went 'all-out', Iko shook his head right back. "No, the moment you learned that the monster was Alicia, you probably tried to hold back, even if you continued to fight. That very thought in itself might have put you at odds against the pills. This isn't to say you did the wrong thing, but... I guess..." Iko snapped, trying to find the right words - words, that Luke filled in:
"You were dealt a bad hand."
"Yes, that." Iko gave a nod, as Isaac explained about how he might have, well, 'tapped into a spirit that he didn't know existed'. To that, the wolf gave a small blink: "Interesting... typically, spirits are ancient Digimon that have been given form as a totem, which can manifest by possessing the user or making a 'contract'... or, in your case, the use of a D-Tector. Can't say I've heard of your case all that much, but I guess it's possible?" He didn't know, and the Ankomon spared much less thought on it than Isaac did. It didn't really matter for their current situation, after all.
Still, Luke's words seemed to do little to comfort the Impmon. Isaac still probably wanted to dart past, just to make sure that the two others were going to be okay. Otherwise, he knew he was going to blame himself for all of this, regardless of how little control he had over the situation.
Could he have done more? The Ankomon shook his head: "You put yourself on the line to defend Mitsuko, and gave it all you could to try and save both of them. What more could possibly be asked of you?"
Luke sat on the opposite side, giving a small sigh. So much for an easy trip to the doctor to get his crooked hand looked at...
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 12, 2018 5:21:03 GMT
Isaac shuddered, trying to imagine what would qualify as poison to a being like the D-Reaper. "If its up to me, I'm not touching these things ever again," Isaac said. "Or at least, finding a better way of winding them down." Something told him the second time would be even worse than the first. And if the second was that bad, how bad would the third be? Nevertheless, it was still preferable to ever risking D-Reaper corruption again. Had he not taken the pills, he may not have even put up an initial resistance.
Unfortunately, as always, Iko was right. A slight blush spread across the Impmon's face as he looked down, grinding his teeth in frustration. "I couldn't hurt her," he said, wondering why he had to let his sentimentality hold him back so much. "If it was just some random Digimon, I could've forced it away. But what am I supposed to know that every little attack I do is hurting her? It makes me sick just thinking about it . . ." And Isaac was already sick, too, so that had to be some major sickness going on. "I swear to god, if I ever find the lowlife scum that did this to her-" Isaac started, but was thankfully interrupted by a horrible hacking fit.
Iko seemed a little confused by Isaac's new spirits, but frankly so was Isaac. "It's like, I think they merged together?" Isaac started, trying to remember how exactly the visions of his spirit arising played out. "But it seemed like its own entity, too. And Yasyamon and Devidramon almost seemed like they were deferring to it. Almost like they were the keys to summoning it. Kind of like how we fused, and SkullSatamon made its presence known. But that's all I can really say about it."
His attempt at deduction finished, Isaac sighed as Iko tried to reasure him. "I dunno. Doing it right, I guess," he sighed. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever done it right since coming here. Elliot's a way better fighter than he gives himself credit for, but every time I step up the plate I always find a way to blow it. Can't say I've ever pulled off a win sparring with you and Alicia, after all. And I spent the whole D-Reaper incident captured while Elliot had to go it alone. And now . . . this.
Am I just weak?"
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Post by darkblade on Feb 13, 2018 1:48:41 GMT
"Unfortunately," Luke sighed, "The way the cat described them, well, it doesn't sound like it's 'up to you' whether you want to use them or not." True enough: it didn't sound like Isaac had a choice in the matter, and these pills were definitely not something that could be taken for fun. How could Isaac 'learn to unwind' from them if he could only ever use the pills three times?
The Impmon was frustrated, and in this regard, the two would just let Isaac vent, as nonsensical as his point may have been. After all, what could be said to Isaac? Hearing him say that he couldn't hurt Alicia, Iko carefully rested a hand on the Impmon's back, giving it a slight pat. He was there for him, yes, but the wolf was just as frustrated as the Impmon regarding that impossible situation. "It's an impossible choice... I'd probably hate myself no matter how I handled something like that."
"... Me too..." Luke shook his head. Indeed: one friend had lost its mind, and was putting the other at risk? Just what was one supposed to do? How could anyone pick one over the other, if it came to that - and if you tried to save both and came up short, what then? The guess at the spirit forms aside, Iko's ear twitched as Isaac suddenly started to put himself down. He was 'less capable' than Elliot, consistently blew it, and was never able to really step up to the plate. Iko closed his eyes, just as that question hit his ears:
Was Isaac weak? Luke didn't know how to answer, but to that question, Iko gave a sigh.
"That's the dumb truth to this world, Isaac. As much as we try and kid ourselves, there's not a single one of us who are individually strong." He paused, turning his face to look into Isaac's eyes. "I'm weak. You're weak. Against the world as a whole, there's very little just one of us can do. We each have our limit, and it's a lot lower than you expect it to be."
That said, Iko gave a chuckle: "Knowing that, is it bad to be weak?"
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