Isaac.

|| I do not have steady hands my bad

Better of you regardless." A small glint of light hovered in the palm of his hand before he closed his fist around it. He knew that better than anyone. "I suppose I'm an ex-villain. In a way."

"Physical should always be the first line of defence. Your abilities are impressive." He gave her that listening carefully. "But in situations like that..." He vaguely gestured. "You have to know you're going to be better than them, because they'll be able to get the --

Missions, that interested him. "What type of mission?"

His blue eye's follow hers, not faltering as he reaches up and pulls at the fabric of his mask and pulling it off, revealing his identity. "A hero doesn't do that. Or what I do. I have a job to do, but you definitely need work or you're going to die."

"Killing people? Running around in a suit? Both?" He asked, watching carefully. It was almost the super hero type stuff but not quite. "Clearly. No offense." He observed the hilt of the sword before placing it back into the sheath.

"No kidding." Isaac blinked slowly, the events surrounding them quite....chaotic, but still doesn't make him seem too phased. "You good?"

Had they been expecting him, or so he thought. The Church was so reckless and confident and they were already shoving it in their faces. "So, you ready?" He stepped in, holding the door open for her.

"Silent." He looked at the die, interested in its overall shape. Turning, a small key of pure light formed in his grasp as he inserted it into the door, almost surprised it twisted open. "They haven't changed any of them..." He mumbled, knowing it wasn't forgetfulness nor --

"Issac." He gave his name, deciding that she likely wasn't part of the cult. If she was, it wouldn't be much of a problem in her condition anyway. Passing some painkillers, he then offered some antiseptic to clean the injuries with.

There's a pause in Isaac as he looks positively baffled. "So, you came back through time?"

The top and offer her a hand up.

Pacing himself but making rapid progress, Isaac catches up to her. The use of her abilities is interesting, using them to her advantage in a non combat situation was something he was not used to. He ascended rapidly, making sure he didn't get top far ahead but enough to climb--

Finally make it to the roof. "Who are you and what did those guys want?" He deflected her own question back at her, and sighed. She looked roughed up. Thumbing through his belt, he began to dig out first aid equipment.

"Questions later. Not safe." He answers shortly , if anything he feels like he's wasted time and least of all he doesn't know if he can trust the other. "Up here." He directs to the fire escape, making quick work ascending it and making sure she's able to follow, until they --

my eye. I felt it morph. I saw it transform. The pain was unbearable. It still his." He sniffed. "He turned it into solid gold. I don't know what to do."

none is as agonizing as the pain in his left eye. The intensity of the discomfort sends him trembling, feeling nauseous, tears streaming from his right eye, but his left remains dry. Isaac wishes it were all just a nightmare. "He grabbed my face and pressed his thumb into --

Isaac collapses into her arms, uncertain of why he ran to her, yet there he is. Despite the agony coursing through his body, he finds a momentary solace in her embrace. "My eye." Among all his injuries, scratches, bruises, cracked ribs, and the haunting reminders of his past, --

There's thankfully enough painkillers in his system that he almost feels nothing. But the weight, the slight scratching of it, he can still feel it. Warren turned his whole left eye into solid gold. Should of left him with the cult.