Isaiah was saved from his painful fit of laughter when Renaldo chose to give a curt interruption. "Ah," he said, his breathing and tone returning to normal. "I apologize. I honestly do not know why I find this so amusing." The Assassin paused as he listened to his fellow's question. "Not even close," he said with a slight chuckle. "She had only one, very specific, question. She wanted to know why Renaldo and Lorenzo Mancini died. Specifically, she wanted to know why I killed them."<br/><br/>Isaiah gave a slight sigh and shook his head. "I've killed a lot of people and I can't say I remember all of them, but I honestly didn't think the murders she talked about were my doing. At the very least,<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>'re obviously still alive." Isaiah sat quietly and examined the walls and ceiling as Renaldo took his moment of silence. He eventually gave one last comment before promptly making his exit.<br/><br/>Isaiah sighed, blowing a strand of white hair out of his face. He knew he was certainly in no condition to fight, but he was never the kind to want to just sit around and do nothing. The wounded Assassin fell back on the bed he'd been sitting on and cursed himself for the pain that ensued. Scratch that last comment. He was in no condition even to<span style="font-style: italic">move</span>. He really hoped this injury wouldn't affect the future performance of his right arm.