Haydn focused on steadying his breath as he watch Issac extinguish the flames and was relieved to feel that weight lifted off of his chest. He looked down at the scar that was still tingling on his hip. He traced it gently with his finger as he had done so many times before, but never with the same curiosity as he did now. He had never had reason to question it before, it had just always been a part of him.
He nodded to Issac's question before looking up to see him laying on the floor. "Yeah," he answered. "Are you?" He felt as though some of what happened was his fault. This whole thing had been his idea after all. "What happened?"