"Cas, you're not really going to, are you?" He said, sneering. "You have much better tastes than that."
Isaac shook his head. Now, it's simply a matter of whether I'm leaving this house or not when we get back. Well... Let's say if I get back. He looked over to his violin, and half grabbed it in a need for comfort.
He was never an adventurous kid. Sure, he would ride Bhronstein now and then, over the hills until the draft knocked him off in a quick buck and left him walking home for a few days... But he had always had someone else with him. Someone he truly trusted and understood. Not some random people that he did not even know, until they were forced into a sinking boat with the vain attempt to try and get off.
"Somewhere, across the sea..." He cut himself off rudely, blinking, and looking around himself.
Oliver was coming at him with a knife.
He backed up rudely, not hearing what he had said just a few moments ago. "And where do you think that thing's going?!" he hissed, pulling his arms up against his chest.