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[attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗

[attr="class","skullbody"]Isaac should've known this was coming when Seraphim gave him the chance to plead his case. Realization dawned in his eyes with each passing moment of silence. He finished speaking. Quiet hung between the two. And then he let out a soft, quiet sigh. "You're gonna-"[break][break]

Headbutt! Not the choice Isaac expected, but a valid one nonetheless. After all, he was here to educate, not to kill. He had a hard metal helmet that took most of the risks of a headbutt out of the equation. It'd daze Isaac in a way that, say, a solid fist to the gut wouldn't. And it allowed him to keep his blade right where he needed it, rather than needing to shift it around to bonk him with the hilt or something like that. Good show, Seraphim! Good show![break][break]

. . . Isaac wished he had time to think of all that. His train of thought was more like this; "owie," then crumpling to the ground.[break][break]

His vision swam, three or so Seraphims sounding like they were underwater as they spoke. He pointed out the contradiction inherent to Isaac's steadily-developing worldview; he wanted to protect others, but he also wanted to trust his moment-to-moment judgment instead of chaining himself to some philosophy. That, right from the beginning, was a flawed premise.[break][break]

It wasn't that judgment didn't have its value. But if Isaac was always going to react to what was coming up the road, how could he proactively protect others? He wouldn't know what he was fighting against until it was right in front of him, and by that point it would already be too late. The vision Seraphim described would come to pass. At best, he'd act when his loved ones were already threatened. At worst, all he'd have was vengeance when it was too late.[break][break]

He'd never be some Machiavellian schemer. He'd never have the master plan for every situation. His best work had always been done off the cuff. But that didn't mean he could just let himself be blind to Seraphim's words. Planning was just another tool in the utility belt. For some, it was their swiss army knife, serving any and all purpose. For others, it was their hammer, an old reliable that served its purpose well but couldn't solve everything. Sometimes it was your torpedo level; you might not use it often, but you never wanted to forget it at home.[break][break]

"I will," Isaac said. After taking that headbutt, it probably sounded more like "argleblargle." But it was the thought that counted, surely.

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