"Oh daor," Alex sighed, folding himself up to sit down across from Isaac. "That's the last thing I want to do. We want to help, if you'll only tell us how." He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward with a concerned look on his face. So little of what Issac was saying made sense, and no one else in the Cirque did mental magic that might be able to help them.
He sighed, dropping his chin onto his chest. "I don't know what to do," he admitted quietly. "And doesn't that just feel like a punch to the gut."