[Center]Isaac Markeel[/Center]

Isaac listened to the crippled man in the bed, face unmoving at what would normally have been a heart-warming display of determination from his hunter-ally. Isaac had expected at least this much from the man who had shown so much strength: but he was at least emboldened in his ally’s grit and steel. It was a lead he hoped to follow, one of bold-ness and courage: that might inspire the other, less active members of the group.

“If you are worried about me being too nice, don’t. You are useful and strong: I wouldn’t want that off my team…” He paused for a moment, letting the words sink in for his own benefit, more than Rygar’s. [i]His[/i] team; a group of individuals who would quite possibly live or die by his decisions. It was a heady responsibility. One that he wasn’t sure was best placed on his shoulders. “…Besides, I wouldn’t trust your prosthetic to come from one of the inferior manufacturers.” He offered his own lopsided half-smile. Something that tried to inspire confidence but probably just looked out of place.

“The other two seem fine, a little shaken maybe, but otherwise whole.” Isaac didn’t want to say anything else about his thoughts on the pair. They had hardly seemed cut out for hunter work at the start of the whole mess, but under pressure: they had performed admirably. Without their combined effort; the group would all likely be sharing a ward with Rygar…or worse.

“Have you any ideas on directions you want to take your prosthetic? I could have a whole host of add-ons fitted: add-ons that hide blades or make your arm into a cannon or monitor heart rate or maybe an add-on to control your fix…” The last one had been dropped in almost as a foot note, but Isaac’s eyes bore into Rygar. It was obviously the point of discussion that he’d come here set to talk about, but he was giving Rygar the benefit of the doubt. The drugs had been…beneficial today. That meant they could be useful, should they be controlled a little better. Imagine if Rygar had maintained the might he harnessed, whilst retaining full control of his wits?

Truly a force to be reckoned with.