There's confidence in his step as he walks closer to Death, looking at him critically still. Maybe he made the line of his jaw too hard, a touch too tall. It's not a major flaw, but Isaac sees it all the same. In another time and place, he might notice that Death's handsome in a quirky sort of way. But even Satan can take on a pleasing shape, Isaac knows his Catechism.

"You're the one who's gonna kill me," Isaac says evenly, meeting Death's eyes calmly, clearly.