[He huffs as much at Hector's marriage to a seafaring life as at the idea that the residents of a port town would be fairly numbed to the presence of unusual-looking strangers, more interested in tourism and money pouring in than who - or what - bought food from their markets and slept in their beds. It's not impossible, for all he knows. But his only other response to it is a disinterested murmur, a low hum in his throat.]
I did not mean soon, Hector. [He says, sternly, a muscle rippling in his jaw. There's no telling what the future holds for him, if he'd make it as far as Hector wants them to, a life that he already seems to be building for them in his dreams; not even Julia with all her visions could know with absolute certainty. Dragging himself from one day to the next, the most Isaac can do is keep breathing, reminding himself on every step forward of how much pain is born of ruined plans and broken expectations.
Isaac makes a point of meeting his gaze, solemn and unblinking. That Hector is barely able to sit himself up doesn't matter; he wouldn't need to to fulfill the purpose Isaac has in mind for him.]
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I did not mean soon, Hector. [He says, sternly, a muscle rippling in his jaw. There's no telling what the future holds for him, if he'd make it as far as Hector wants them to, a life that he already seems to be building for them in his dreams; not even Julia with all her visions could know with absolute certainty. Dragging himself from one day to the next, the most Isaac can do is keep breathing, reminding himself on every step forward of how much pain is born of ruined plans and broken expectations.
Isaac makes a point of meeting his gaze, solemn and unblinking. That Hector is barely able to sit himself up doesn't matter; he wouldn't need to to fulfill the purpose Isaac has in mind for him.]