[Isaac doesn't mind the silence- it gives him time to mull it over, to steel himself to his own reaction. He doesn't handle Erica's death well, and it's caused friction between them before. Isaac is determined not to let the same thing happen again.

So when they sit, he's calm, breathing evenly, his heartbeat slow as she starts to speak. And he listens to it- all of it, his eyes downcast, his lips drawn in a thin line, before nodding.]

No fear. I like that.

[It's quiet even so, a sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips.]

I'm not surprised. You were always a fighter. You have a lot more gut and determination than I do.