Ngh. Yeah, real good. Izzy visibly tightens and tongues his teeth behind his lips. Nervous? Maybe. He's been dodging this question for five months.

And he doesn't want to fight, he really doesn't, so bask in the absolute pain of forcing himself to be candid.

"The last thing I remember.. is you signing yourself to the king. And then you left."

Left him, squandered the beautiful fucking deal he'd managed to make happen, chose servitude to be with that fucking-- threw everything away!