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[There's a pause. Isaac goes still on the road for a moment, but otherwise, doesn't explicitly react. If anything, he seems to take it in stride. He has to, doesn't he?]

Do you want to talk about it?

[If she had a choice she wouldn't have picked this, she would've picked something else. Something that she could use to reassure him or at least give her more into her relationship with him back home. This is what she got, though.

She takes those few steps to meet him and reaches for his hand to thread her fingers around his palm.]

Yes... but only if you are okay with talking about it.

It's your thing, you know?

[He'd be kind of an asshole if he wasn't okay with talking about it. At any rate, Isaac tucks his fingers back against hers and offers Erica a tiny little smile.]

Go ahead.

We can wait until we get home. I want to sit down. [She appreciates the smile, even though she's certain that he's not thrilled about talking this over.

She's mostly silent the rest of the way. Staying close to Isaac and just trying to sort through what she had been shown. It's not a lot, but she knows what she saw -- what she felt. At least, what she thinks she felt. It's not long before they're home and she sheds her jacket and tosses it over the back of a chair. She moves to the couch, sitting down and folding her legs before her.]

Okay. [She exhales and waits for him to get settled.]

You said there's an alpha pack - right? That Boyd and I run and the alpha pack probably finds us. I saw, it was a steel room. Dark. No windows and a giant door - like they have in the movies at banks. The big vault door. I'm talking to Boyd and then a woman comes in and I -- I'm not afraid of her, but -- I attack her and she's too strong. I try to get out - I think, or maybe just to stop her, and she's too strong and too fast.

I -- I don't think I was afraid though. [She looks up at him.] It didn't feel like fear. [Fear is something Erica knows very well. From the thought of her seizures to the way people treated her... she had a lot of fear to remember.]

[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.

[She frowns.]

I know it's not good news. That it still sucks and I'm never going to learn to drive a car or ... a lot of other things.

But I fight. [She glances to him.] I don't give up.

You don't. That matters.

[He reaches a hand out to hers, and even though it hurts that she's gone, he pushes it aside in favor of encouraging her.]

You're strong. I always knew it.

Did Derek ever tell you what happens on the eclipse; I mean, to us -- to werewolves?

...no?

[That's sort of a weird question to go in with.]

Why, what happens?

I don't know. I ask Boyd, but I don't get an answer.

I was thinking I should at least try to get the answer.

I don't know. [Isaac frowns.] Try asking Derek, maybe?

[She nods.]

Yeah... I might. I don't know. I don't think he'll be too happy about the apple thing and I'm not that eager to talk about that with him.

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