[Salone]

"Heh, no use for the Grail."

That made him think. What would he want with a cup anyway? What did he want? As far as he was aware, he was essentially immortal. Sure he could still be killed, but natural causes weren't a concern for him. Even age was something he simply allowed to happen, the wrinkles upon his face and silver in his hair were mere allowances to show how old he felt.

All the power in the world, and he didn't know what he wanted. Isaac figured that that was the problem with people. Everyone wanted something but didn't know what it was that they longed for.

He looked up, about to ask Catherine a question before realizing she was already gone.

"Maybe my mind is going after all..."