[Center]Isaac Markeel [/Center]

"No...You made it in."

Isaac leaned against the doorway, having been watching Rygar for at least a minute before deciding to speak up. The man had been struggling with all the changes he'd undergone, and Isaac wanted to see Rygar overcome it. The man was central to Isaac's success in the academy and, as loath as he was to admit it, he had saved the Markeel heir's life. Without Rygar's actions, they wouldn't have been able to slay the Unicorn. Hell, they probably wouldn't have gotten away at all. It frightened Isaac a little, to realise how woefully unprepared he was for the hunter's life.

Isaac didn’t bother asking permission to come inside Rygar’s room. It didn’t really make sense to him, as the pair would likely be sharing a room, sooner or later. Preparations had already begun to move Isaac into a shared accommodation with the other two members of his team: Daiki and Tirren. Both members had proven integral to the battle with the Unicorn, but he knew nothing about his team so far. Another small crack in his normally controlled façade might appear at the thought of himself as leader. He had no idea what the people before him could really do. If anything could be applied to Isaac as a phobia, it would be the unknown. He would endeavour to get to know these people better, for the sake of the team. God forbid, he might have a go at the whole ‘friendship’ process.

That could come later though.

Common practice dictated he should ask Rygar ‘how he felt’ but that seemed like pointless and patronising pity to Isaac. You didn’t walk away from permanent maiming with a smile on your face. Instead, Isaac shut the door behind them and pulled a chair to Rygar’s bedside. Sitting down on the side Rygar still had an arm. “I’ll ask the big question before we go any further. Do you still want to be a hunter?”

Isaac wanted that answer before anything else. He could have started with the use of drugs: which he didn’t mind, or the idea he had in his mind revolving around solving Rygar’s future deficiency and replacing it with strength. However, it was more important that Rygar still had the warrior’s will. If he’d looked into the eyes of fear and flinched, then there was no going back. 

“Just know that whatever your choice, I’ve made arrangements for you to receive a state of the art prosthetic from my father’s workshop. I owe you my life, so that is the least I can give you.”