Fuck. Fuck.

It's a trick, it has to be. Isaac wouldn't do the things that the Meta has done, Isaac wouldn't want to, Isaac--

(wouldn't hurt him)

--wouldn't have snuck up on him like, shoved a gun under his chin and then taken it away like it was a joke, no hard feelings.

He's too tired to control his expression, though, and he knows that every bit of shock is probably clear to read on his face before he makes the effort to lock it down.

"...stop it. I know you're not him, Meta."