Snippet #1254564

Issac found himself smiling, laughing a little as well. It had been a long time since he had been around people for so long, and he had almost forgotten what it felt like. After his father was killed, he was alone. after he had attempted to bring him back, even though he was taken in, he was even worse than alone. Worse, because despite the fact that he was still alive and mostly whole, and little worse for the wear, he knew his father...no, the monster he had created, who would surely take his father's image to torment him, was out there somewhere as well.

Lost in his thoughts, it wasn't until an attendant ask him something that he stirred, and had to ask the man to repeat the question. "Oh, a drink? I don't suppose you have any tea, do you? Preferable sweet?" He asked kindly enough, giving the man a false smile. He was in no mood for smiles now, but having been raised a gentleman he would be as curteous as possible, even if he were only to speak to this person once in his entire life. The attendant nodded and returned a false smile, then left and returned a few moments later with a cup and a saucer, and a small bowl of sugar cubes with a spoon. It was all more fancy that he had expected, or was used to, but he accepted it graciously.

With the sugar melting nicely in his hot tea, Issac held it under his nose for a moment, breathing on it to cool it, slowly, and began to look everyone over. The strange boy had some sort of journal out, and it looked very important to him, the way he held it away from others and was muttering to himself. Vincent and Blythe were speaking of alchohol and drinking together, and then he made a toast, and without even realizing he was doing it, Issac raised his own cup, then realized it must have seemed foolish. Lowering his cup, and finally taking a sip, he looks and finds Miss Darna, alone. She looked deep in thought, as if she prefered to be alone now, and so he would leave her be.

"I don't mean to spoil anything...if I do I'm sorry...but, just before the train exploded back there," issac began, slowly, setting his cup aside, "Did anyone else see a man in black get on board?"