“Like I’d ever want [i]your[/i] job.” Izzy’s hands clenched. The smile on Riley’s face only made her angry scowl deepen. She listened to his story, watching him with wary eyes. [i]He[/i] had started this, then. He had pushed over that first domino and gotten the chain falling until one happened to crash atop her.
	“Me?” she began after he pointed his cigarette at her, her hands moving to her chest. “If it wasn’t for [i]you,[/i] I wouldn’t have even been in the equation!” Her hands sliced through the air with her rage, emphasizing her words. Her voice rose to a shout, the rain little more than a background irritation. “And low and behold, it’s all come to this, with the hunters defeated, like it would’ve probably been from the beginning [i]without[/i] you!” Her gaze bore into him with a vengeance.
	“Something [i]you[/i] took?” she snarled. She took a step away from him, moving her hands defensively in front of her when he reached into his shirt, unsure what to expect. When he removed his hand, she stared at what he held, trying to figure out what, exactly, it was he had taken. She gasped when, at his provocation, it let out a single beat.
	“You [i]took his heart?[/i]” she hissed in horrified astonishment, her eyes widening. “You evened the odds by [i]ripping out his heart?[/i]” She said the last slowly, enunciating each word. “I thought you didn’t intervene, only ‘helped someone help themselves?’” She glanced between the detached organ and Riley’s face, her voice rising an octave as she continued. “How is that [i]not[/i] intervening?” Her eyes narrowed. “Did they pay you, or did you simply just want to see Cerasus dead?” She shook her head as she looked to the heart again. After three battles, the only thing that now stood between her and becoming human again was Riley. “What do you want for it, then?” she asked stiffly, her arms tense at her sides.