Isaiah closed his eyes, doing his best not to smile. He was losing concentration and it always led to small-scale disasters. Houses always had trouble getting recent information about Omicrons and Oracles were probably too obscure to make note of even in their better days.
– Sorry, it was definitely a faux pas, – he said and moved on to the next question. – He was a completely different man. A scientist. The awkward type, seemed stable enough compared to certain outstanding examples, – he smiled dryly. – Can't really say much about his character, we never had extensive interactions so I can't shape a profile. Friends with other people involved in research. At some point he had a bit of an explosive exit that jumbled his personality to the point I can no longer recognise him and he doesn't really recognise himself as the man he once was either. His past life is hardly irrelevant to what he is now but the old him is definitely gone. Unless someone extremely dedicated starts working.
