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Ah, yes... Isadora had almost overlooked the whole "dying" conversation she and Lucas. That was one that... she did not exactly enjoy remembering. "Yehs, wehll, I would be t' blahme f'r that dyin' cohmment. I mehntioned t' him tha' you wouhld be vereh sahd should he die, whihch... I ahssumed you would be." Isa also told Lucas how she herself would be sad, which was true. Despite knowing him for only a short time, she had actually grown rather attached to the troubled man. Of course, she would dare not say that our loud in front of Claire.

The frantic button pushing continued, and Isadora frowned as she fought to keep up with the flashing lights on-screen. "Arceus alihve, I was so pissed at Luhcas f'r even considerin' suicihde. Guess sohme therapeh doesn't get ahll of th' rage t' go away forevah."

Isadora's face turned grim and she sighed. "Even if he was bluhffing about it ahll, I dared not take any chahnces. The fahct thaht th' guhn barrel was anywhere near his head made it a dihre situation. An' yes: it wahs against his head, cohcked an' ready t' be puhlled." Gracious... Lucas was a kind and thoughtful man, to be sure, but he was such an idiot sometimes!

The past few minutes saw the song winding itself up and drawing to a close. The colors and notes came at a flurry now, and Isadora's fingers moved quickly to hit the buttons and the switches in time and with the beat. She did not even pay attention to the score or her opponent now. There was just her, the controller, and the music.

Isadora tightened her lips as she attempted to concentrate on both the video game and Claire's words - both of which were extremely important. Which would be more important in the long run...? Arceus only knew, but the end of the particular song that the psychologist and the Pikachu were playing was quickly approaching. She was not going to falter now at the home stretch.

"Heh, thaht's good, then. It means my wohrds got through t' him. He cahres about you a loht, I'm sure y' know. Such a cahring man, he is..." Isa's periwinkle eyes turned downward for a moment, then reattached themselves to the flashing screen. "...He doehs not dehserve such a fate as what he rehcieved."

A heavy sigh escaped the doctor as she continued to play, fingers hitting the buttons in time with the fading music. One more second, one more second... And then the song was completed, the crowd in the audience on the screen cheering and clapping for their two gladiators. Two scores popped onto the screen, displaying two numbers; one for Player One, the other for Player Two. Player One's score was just above 95%, while Player Two got... 60%. An admirable effort. Isadora placed down the controller and gave a little smile to her opponent beside her. "Not bahd, lihttle friend."

Standing up straight, Isadora turned back to Claire, arms folded across her chest. "Wehll... Like I said befohre, I remindehd him tha' many people would miss 'im should he pahss... You an' I includehd." She cast a sidelong glance at her friend, then looked towards the floor. "I ahlso threatened t' break his nose if he evah held a gun t' his head agaihn. Heh..." A chuckle.

"...An' I tohld him... I tohld him what a kind an' forgihvin' man he was, and tha' he needed t' learn t' forgihve himself."

Upon witnessing that now-infamous pout of Zeus's, Isadora stifled another chuckle and shrugged. "Mm, thaht's how th' cookie cruhbmles, kiddo. Sorreh."

Isadora sat herself down on the couch with a "thump," scratching behind Iditarod's ears as she did. The doctor looked to Claire with a slight frown on her face. "Wehll, I have t' make good my threats, dohn't I? What kind of pehrson would I be othahwise?" She gestured towards herself indignantly, then huffed and looked away. "...If he does force me t' tahke such actions, Arceus willin' thaht he doesn't, I prohmise I wohn't break it too bahdly." Yeah... Let's see how long that would hold for.

Isadora's visage became more somber as she continued listening to Claire. Surely he could learn... couldn't he? It wasn't out of the realm of possibility... "...It's a shahme that hulimiteh cahn be tahken so far that it becohmes a sin rahther than a virtue. Heh... A real shahme."

Isadora sighed. "...I cehrtainleh hope he doehsn't hurt himsehlf like thaht again." ...What exactly would happen if Lucas suddenly remembered Luke and all that he did? How would he handle it? Isa couldn't find any real definitive answer to that question, having to way to probe into Lucas' mind and having no connection to Luke himself. If only she could have met Luke and observe him...

She, too, noticed the annoying display of the unhappy, competitive Pikachu, and she raised an eyebrow at his antics. Was he truly that much of a spoil-sport when it came to losing to such a modest and humble champion-of-all-video-games-forever as her? Disgraceful. It was rather humorous, though, and the doctor had a difficult time attempting to keep her bemused smile out of sight.

"It is of lihttle concerhn. We needed to depahrt soon, anyway. Right, Iditahrod?" Isadora turned her head back to her Arcanine, who barked and wagged her large, bushy tail in reply. Isa smiled as she looked back to Claire. "Wehll, we'll be off, thehn. Tahke care of yourself, Claihre." With that, Isa walked past the little Pikachu and down the hall, Iditarod close at her heels.