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[Projeck37]

He gives him a glare.
"I'm going to her. Regardless."
Isaac stumbles out of the room, hugging the wall towards wherever Medea is.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

AigisRobo!Medea does so!

Alith pulls him back.
"Listen to me. I have a plan.

Let me go. I'm a shapeshifter."

[Projeck37]

"And do what? Act like me?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Richard can tell it's me. Medea can't.

Let me patch this up."

[Projeck37]

"It'd just be wrong. I'm the one that needs to do this."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Fine.

Your funeral. They're probably really far in the city now."

[Projeck37]

"Besides, Medea would be able to tell it wasn't me. She's perceptive."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I'm not pissing Richard off. Go by yourself."

[Projeck37]

"You know what? Fine. I will. Seeya in hell." Isaac starts limping down the hallway, and out of the building. He treks deeper into the city with much tripping on the way many times. He looks for Medea, and listens for sobbing.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Sincerely hope I don't."

[Projeck37]

He attempts to tune his ears in to specifically listen to sobbing.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Richard is busy giving Medea tea in....somewhere in the city.

[Projeck37]

Isaac tries yelling out.
"MEDEAAAAAAAAAA!"
He stops, for he's out of breath..

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Nothing. No response.

[Projeck37]

He catches his breath and staggers onwards. To find Medea! Somehow!