Isaac...

[Hector's voice comes out as a whisper, gruff with horror. The visions Hector had seen that night...they were nothing in comparison to what Isaac had suffered.]

I'm sorry. I didn't know. [There is a cliff that spans between what Isaac needs and what he will accept, so Hector steps near the tree and kneels, but doesn't reach out to touch him. Isaac's love for his sister is the only piece Hector has seen of him that is good. For that to be so perverted....

Gods, he wishes he possessed Rosaly's patience and gentleness to try to bring some modicum of comfort to Isaac.]

I know that you know she is safe...and what you saw will never come to pass.... She is protected. My strongest innocent devils keep watch over her. She will have forewarning of any threat, mortal or supernatural, and between her wards and the forged creatures who reside with her, she will be safe.

[Hector knows that Isaac knows all of that, and that the knowledge will not stave off the memories that come in dreams. Only time and numbness will do that.]