Isaac flinches and his mind scatters like dandelion seeds blown into the wind. What can he do what can he do what can he do? The gun. There's the gun on the table, the one that Bennet left, the one that he used to destroy everything, the one tool of darkness that he can't let go. He turns, thinking about going for it and his hand moves before he can decide what to do. He just acts.

So much for making a good death. This is a struggle waiting to happen.