[If the previous accusations deflated Hector, this new one fills him back up with cold anger. Hector turns back to Isaac, an incredulous look on his face.]
I haven't touched you, Isaac. It's just food. You need it to live. What is it about my presence that has you so afraid?
[Because that's what it is, isn't it? This refusal to accept any help, these protestations of a relationship that isn't there. Isaac is threatened, and is baring his teeth in response.
They are both just animals in the end. Isaac, the feral cat, hissing at anyone who gets too close, and Hector, the domesticated dog who keeps coming back no matter how many times he takes those claws to the face.
He snorts and shakes his head.]
Fine, eat or starve. You're right- you belong to none but yourself. If you choose to waste away into your grave, I can do nothing but watch it happen. You've made that very clear.
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I haven't touched you, Isaac. It's just food. You need it to live. What is it about my presence that has you so afraid?
[Because that's what it is, isn't it? This refusal to accept any help, these protestations of a relationship that isn't there. Isaac is threatened, and is baring his teeth in response.
They are both just animals in the end. Isaac, the feral cat, hissing at anyone who gets too close, and Hector, the domesticated dog who keeps coming back no matter how many times he takes those claws to the face.
He snorts and shakes his head.]
Fine, eat or starve. You're right- you belong to none but yourself. If you choose to waste away into your grave, I can do nothing but watch it happen. You've made that very clear.