Isaac had never thought that his mother would blame him, but he appreciated that Zara was kind enough to say it anyway.  He glanced at her in between watching the steaks, as she added that his mother did what any parent would have.  "Yeah, she did," he agreed.  "She was a badass, alright."  And for every life he saved or town he protected, his mother's sacrifice would mean a little more.  "Where do think I get it from?"

He kept a slow and steady rotation of the steaks to get an even cook.  A frying pan and some animal fat would've gone a long way to a better meal but Isaac had been distracted by the conversation.  Plus, he'd never been a fussy eater so his cooking was pretty bland.

"No siblings," he laughed.  "Am I lucky or something? Is it that bad?" he asked, bouncing the subject of conversation back onto her.  "What was life like for Zara Singh in the beginning, huh?"