Isaac felt like he couldn't even catch his breath. It was as if he had giant boulders piled on his chest, mixed with that same panicked feeling he'd gotten all those months ago in that hotel with the hallucinations of being locked away again. He was terrified, and nothing could make this right because none of them knew for sure what they were dealing with. Nogitsune. It was nothing they'd dealt with before, and they had no way of knowing if Stiles was even still there inside his body. "I wasn't there..." he gasped. "I wasn't... I couldn't... He needed me. I... I need him." It wasn't making sense, and coming out in disjointed gasps for air, but Isaac was doing his damnedest to try to at least explain a little.