Isaac backed himself up against the wall, next to the doorway, his mind torn between the animal rage that was taking him over, and the blossoming knowledge that he had hurt his friend. He had to escape, had to get away before he ruined things even worse than he had.
"I can't!" he said, his voice still rough and loud.
"I can't..." he repeated again, looking panicked. He had no idea what he was going to do, or where he was going to go, but he had to get out. He turned, barrelling out the door and down the hallway, toward the nearest door to the outside. It would be the most ironic thing of all, that the slave who refused to be freed, would now be a runaway.