[Isaac always fights like a demon, in spite of how slender he is. He squeezes Hector's throat, and Hector writhes and grasps a fistful of his hair to yank him back.]
...fuck...you.... [He gasps out. It's not that he didn't know it would end like this. 'I come in peace', like hell. Maybe if Hector pushes the right buttons, Isaac will strangle him into unconsciousness and deliver the oblivion Hector was fruitlessly seeking.]
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...fuck...you.... [He gasps out. It's not that he didn't know it would end like this. 'I come in peace', like hell. Maybe if Hector pushes the right buttons, Isaac will strangle him into unconsciousness and deliver the oblivion Hector was fruitlessly seeking.]