[Isaac's got a habit of trying to pretend things don't touch him. Allison's death was an exception to that rule, something so huge and overwhelming that he couldn't shut it out, couldn't trick himself into dealing with it like he'd dealt with so much death in his life. But Erica and Boyd, those he'd shut out. He'd gotten angry but not sad. He'd grieved only after the action was over, after the alphas were destroyed - and by then the grief had been somehow distant, anyway.

It's not distant now.

But he's still trying to pretend like it's not rising up in his chest and closing his throat when he thinks about Erica. He's still pretending he doesn't feel cold at the weird shadowy memories of her body in the abandoned bank. He wants to tell Allison it's okay. He wants to but he can't be comforting here. There's not enough comfort in him to keep himself calm and reassure Allison too. But he can't just not say anything.]

I found her when she arrived. [His voice is almost casual. He's not really looking at the camera, eyes focused somewhere off to the side.] She talked to me on the glitch day, too, but I didn't think she'd come here. She knew she was dead then, so...

[There's a pause and the next words are a little lower. There's more teeth in them.]

I had to tell her about Boyd twice. And I... I don't know what to do either. I was going to ask Scott.