As Isaac tended to his wounds he listened to Star weigh in her opinion, his frown growing heavier as she spoke. There was truth in her words, there always was, but he hated that the most. Her statement of him having a choice stung, knowing he did in fact have a choice but still led his life by the gun and the credits that can be gained through blood. He was always aware of the risk he faced in this line of work and hated hearing it out loud. He winced as she told him to think about those who cared for him if he didn't care for himself, hiding his shameful frown through the pain of his wounds as he tended to them. Isaac looked back up to Star to say something but found it was too late as she had already left the booth and disappeared into the nightclub. He stared off into the busy bar in thought before letting out a heavy sigh, applying the last of his bandages and downing the rest of his drink with a frown.

He knew she was right, he's known for a while now, but what was he to do? Taking up the gun and selling his skills to others was the only reason he's come this far! He feels pride in his work, but why did he feel sick about it at the same time? He was making a living, he's crawled his way from those damn slums and come so close to the top! So why... why did all of his achievements feel so empty? Would he not be satisfied until he's killed by some prick who got off a lucky shot? Maybe he had already chosen to be stupid. The questions floating in his mind only grew more frustrating by the second as he glared into his empty glass, but before he could sink any further into his head he was pulled away as Aurora approached his booth and began wiping it down. 

As she assured him of Star simply worrying about him he sunk into his seat, unsure if she really did but keeping it to himself as he stared down at the table. After clearing the table Isaac looked up to her as she began to speak of her past, slightly surprised by the gesture as she tried to reach out to him. It was completely out of character for her, but he listened anyways with a thoughtful look in his eyes. She never went into details about the struggles she went through, but he wouldn't pry. As she stated she was happy with her choice of coming here he looked to the table, deep in thought as he let her words sink in. He smiled softly as she said she'd take care of his tab and chuckled as she went back to work. A slow sigh escaped his lips as he spent a few more moments on his thoughts before pushing himself out of his seat with a groan, doing his best to push past his throbbing wounds.

Grabbing his coat and easing himself back into it Isaac made his way to the bar where Aurora was working. After digging into his wallet he slipped enough cash to pay for his tab and a generous tip her way. "Have a good night Aurora," he said before flashing her a friendly smile. "And thanks," he muttered before making his way to the club's exit. Once exiting the club he let out a heavy sigh as he was greeted by the nightlife of the Carme Promenade. Checking the time he decided it was a good time to call it a day, but before that, he would give Otto a call. As he began making his way to the metro line he waited for his partner to pick up, making sure to avoid or push past the crowds in his way. Soon enough a familiar voice answered the call. "Hey Vix, what's up? Was a just about to meet up with our clientele for payment." 

"Otto, I wanted to let you know to hold off on any more clients for a bit," Isaac stated simply as he spotted the entrance to the metro.

"What? Seriously? Dude I know you're a bit banged up but I've been hearing about some really decent-paying jobs from some high rollers. Like, [i]really[/i] big high rollers. If we don't go for em now we'll miss a really fat payday," he said, Isaac noticing a hint of frustration in his voice as he spoke about missing the chance to get paid. Isaac rolled his eyes though as he entered the metro line. 

"I'm not budging on this Otto, no jobs. For now anyway. I need to get some things settled. Besides, I won't be any good in this state," he said with a stern tone as he waited for the next train to arrive. 

"But Vix-"

"Otto! No. Jobs," he stated firmly with a frown. Otto was silent for a moment before a groan could be heard from the other line. 

"Fine, no jobs. Get better soon Vix," he said with a defeated tone in his voice, Isaac noting a bit of nervousness in his voice towards the end. Before he could speak again Otto hung up first and left Isaac alone on the line. A heavy sigh escaped him as he shoved his phone back into his pants and stepped onto the train and took a seat alone. His tired mind drifted off to his thoughts, thinking of what Star and Aurora had to say tonight. Did he really have a choice anymore when it came to his future? Could there really be something else for him? Those questions floated in his mind as he closed his eyes and relaxed in his seat as the train took off.