A new boat of children arriving to be tested on. The breakfast bell ringing to signify the need to move... and yet, the torture Issac endured to keep someone else from having to cripples him. Slowly, Issac rises to his feet, pain throughout the entirety of his body. The 'Shield of the Weak' hasn't fallen yet, only been beaten on multiple times for multiple subjects on many an occasion. "Food..." His voice was weak and filled with longing. He needed some to survive today. Testing wouldn't be an easy thing to undergo after today's defending for the weak. Slowly, he limped towards the Dining Hall. Maybe he'd be able to get there before they 'ran out' of food.
Many of the subjects ran past Issac in an attempt to make sure they got food. Best of luck to them, they may need it still. He began to walk through the courtyard, his energy returning when he noticed a few others walking away, hoods up. Interesting, where would they be headed? Certainly not to breakfast. However, stopping to pay attention to them wasn't the best idea. Issac's legs gave way, to tired to continue to carry his already battered body. Great, collapsed in the middle of the courtyard. This almost guarantees more beatings today. He sighed, at least he would be able to recover faster resting and being still.