Izzy’s glare darkened as Cutter moved Trevor. Holding her breath, she watched for any sign the action hurt her friend, the desire to attack Cutter resonating through her with a vengeance. But she had to be smart about this. Trevor’s life--and, ultimately, her own as well as Cerasus’--depended on it. She only hoped what she and Riley had shortly discussed before her departure would work. She closed her eyes for a short moment as he continued speaking, taking a couple deep breaths and forcing her hands to unclench.
	“Poor, pitiful little Guillotine Cutter,” she began, her voice stiff despite her efforts to sound sarcastically sympathetic. “Abandoned by your companions. Sent on a suicide mission by your church. So desperate without your aberration bodyguards, so heartless as to capture an innocent human.” Anger made her tone sharp as she said the last. “If it wasn’t for Theurge and Episode keeping Damocles’ attention, I’m betting you’d have been the easiest one for him to take down!” She smirked at him, her gaze locked with Cutter's and trying to avoid looking directly at Trevor.
	She took a slight step forward. “Tell me, [i]Guillotine Cutter,[/i]” she spat his name, “what is it you gain from all this?” She gestured to the field around her without taking her eyes from him. “Fame? Fortune? Or do you just get to continue to live in your little world of denial?”