Nonetheless, if you are bound to return there, I am coming. You’ll have to make room.

[It won’t happen without a fight; Isaac is worse than a wild horse, bucking at any sort of rein. Hector expects to be attacked, or for Isaac to teleport away and leave Hector to chase after. Hector’s penance, indeed.

He doesn’t draw a weapon, but his stance is open, ready to dodge or summon up a devil to serve him if he needs it.]

How many times have we parted this week, only to find ourselves forced back together? We may as well accept that our destinies are intertwined.