He tilted his head like he didn't understand when she took his hand and gave him that tiny squeeze. For a moment there was actually a glimmer of hope that he might be more himself than what Dick wanted him to be.
"Hey...don't cry." but it was all hollow. Everything was hollow. These were words Isaac wouldn't say and actions he wouldn't do. This wasn't him at all. He was the kind of guy to wordlessly take her in his arms and hold her close to stop her tears. The kind of guy not to be locked up in a fucking cell like an animal trying to manipulate one of his greatest friends.
That's when the shift took place. Unexpectedly he felt his wrist curl at an awkward angle and he roared out his displeasure, pulling his hand violently away from her and back into the cell. "YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH. I'LL GET OUT AND WHEN I DO I'M COMING FOR EVERYTHING YOU LOVE. WINSTON, WILL, ABIGAIL." He threw his body against the door in between every person he listed as she started to back away "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK OVER HERE. I'LL RIP YOU APART." he kept throwing himself into the door in a frenzy, unaware in his senseless rage that someone else had entered the scene.
He'd come so close. So damn close, to lose it all now...for Krissy to turn on him this way. He wanted to kill her more than anything in the world. To feel her blood run over his hands.