you and Isaac had been working together to get off of the Ishimura for awhile now. morale has dropped, hope has dropped. but you two stuck together.

he figured you two always would.

one night in the safe room, Isaac caught you staring at your gun. he didn't assume much about it, you were probably just fidgeting and playing with it. you do that sometimes, when you're bored or whatever..

that was, until he noticed the look in your eye.

the melancholic grave, the acceptance of your fatality that you were yearning for.

Isaac's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"..."

not yet.