Last he spoke to him. That's that, then. So Izzy has rapport with the entity in Ed's crosshairs. There's more to unpack here, in good time. Izzy is smiling, and that little weasel doesn't smile like this unless he thinks he has something to be proud of.

"Where are you taking me?" he asks plainly, hands clutching his weaponry belt, where they fall naturally. He's already fed up with all of these little secrets and being seemingly in the dark about everything just because admitting that he doesn't know what the fuck is going on would make him fucking vulnerable. He can never be vulnerable again.